Tom: A
A D A
Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
D A D
Ee val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall
A D
A leanbhín ó, my child, my joy, my own and heart's desire
A D A
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 leanbhín ó, the paley moon has brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you
