Sleep oh babe, for the red bee hums,
the silent twilight falls,
eeval from the grey rock comes,
to wrap the world in thrall!
A leanbain O my child my joy,
my love and heart's desire,
the crickets sing you lullabye
beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the green mans thorn
is wreathed in rings of fog.
Sheevra sails his boat till morn
across the starry bog,
a leanbean O, Oh paly moon
hath brimm'd her cusp in dew,
and weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
I sing O love to you.
