Sleep o babe, For the red bee hums. The silent twighlights fall. Aoibheall from the gray rock comes To wrap the world in thrall. A Leanbhan ó, my child my joy My love and hearts desire The crickets sing you lullabies Beside the dying fire. Dusk is drawn and the green man's thorn Is wreathed in rings of fog. Siabhra sails his boat 'til morn Across the starry bog. A Leanbhan ó, the paly moon Hath brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing o love for you. Softly sweet doth the chapel bell Ring o'er the valley dim Tearmann's peasent voices swell In fragrant evening hymn. A Leanbhan ó, the low bell rings My little lamb to rest. And angel-dreams 'till morning sings It's music in your breast. Sleep o babe, For the red bee hums. The silent twighlights fall. Aoibheall from the gray rock comes To wrap the world in thrall. A Leanbhan ó, my child my joy My love and hearts desire The crickets sing you lullabies Beside the dying fire.