Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall
Aoibheal from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall
A lyan van oh, my child, my joy, my own 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, across the starry bog
A lyan van o, the paley moon has ringed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you
Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall
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