Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilights fall
Eeval 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 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
Upon the starry bog
A lyan van o, the paly moon
Hath brimm’d her crisp in dew
And weeps to hear the soft sleep tune
I sing, O love, to you
Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilights fall
Eeval 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 lullaby
Beside the dying fire
Beside the dying fire