The Gartan Mother's Lullaby

Sleep oh babe for the red bee hums

The silent twilights fall

Aoibheal from the grey rock comes

To wrap the world in thrall

A lyan van o my child my joy

My love and heart's desire

The crickets sing you lullabys

Dusk is drawn and the green man's thorn

Is wreathed in rings of fog

Sheevra sails his boat till morn

Upon the starry bog

A lyan van o the paley moon

Has ringed her cusp in dew

And weeps to hear the sad sweet song

I sing my love to you