Sleep O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing 'O love for you.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra 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.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing 'O love for you.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra 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.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.