Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight fall
Ee val from the grey rock comes
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 dawn
Upon a starry bog
A lyan van o, the paley moon
Has ringed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
I sing, my love, to you
A lyan van oh, my child, my joy
My love and heart's desire
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire