Sleep O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing 'O love for you. Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you. Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.