[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
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
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your