GARTON MOTHER'S LULLABY Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall Es val from the grey cock come to wrap the world in thrall A lyan van oh, 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 lyvan o, the paley moonhath brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you @Irish @lullaby recorded by Ian Campbell Folk Group filename[ GARTLULL play.exe GARTLULL SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===