The Gartan Mother's Lullaby
The Gartan Mother's Lullaby | |
by Seosamh MacCathmhaoil, or Joseph Campbell
| Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums The silent twilight's fall. Eeval from the Grey Rock comes To wrap the earth 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. | 2. 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 brimmed her cusp in dew, And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune I sing, O love, to you. Repeat first verse |