GARTON MOTHER'S LULLABY



Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall

Es val from the grey cock come to wrap the world in thrall

A lyan van oh, 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 till morn, upon the starry bog

A lyvan o, the paley moonhath brimmed her cusp in dew

And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you





@Irish @lullaby

recorded by Ian Campbell Folk Group

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