The Gartan Mother's Lullaby

The Gartan Mother's Lullaby

Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums

The silent twilight falls

Evil from the Grey Rock comes

To wrap the world in thrall

A leanbhan o, my child, my joy

My own, my heart's desire

The crickets sing you a lullaby

Beside the dying fire

Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's horn

Is wreathed in rings of fog

Sheevra sails his boat till morn

Upon the starry bog

A leanbhan o, the paly moon

Hath brimmed her cusp in dew

And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune

I sing, o love, to you