The Gartan Mother's Lullaby

Melody -

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

from Irish Country Songs, 1909

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