celtic woman
gartan mothers lullaby
Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall Eeval 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 lullaby beside the dying fire Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog Sheevra sails his boat 'til morn upon the starry bog A lyan van o, the paly moon hath brimm'd her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad, sleep tune I sing, o love, to you Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall Eeval 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 lullaby beside the dying fire