[A]Sleep O babe, for the red bee hums the[D] silent twilight's[A] fall Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap
the world in [D]thrall A[A] leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's de[D]sire And weeps to hear the[a]
sad sleep tune I[D] sing 'O love for[a] you.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the
Starry Bog A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O
love to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening
hymn A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your
breast.
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