Sleep oh babe for the red bee hums The silent twilights fall Aoibheal from the grey rock comes To wrap the world in thrall A lyan van o my child my joy My love and heart's desire The crickets sing you lullabys 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 lyan van o the paley moon Has ringed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sweet song I sing my love to you