Gartan Mother's Lullaby A D A Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall D Ee val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall A D A lyan van oh, 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 lyn van o, the paley moon has brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you