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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