The Gartan Lullaby (Williamson Robin)

Sleep, my son, the red bee hums The silent twilights fall The lady from the grey rock comes To wrap the world in thrall My darling boy, my pride, my joy My love and hearts desire The cricket sings his lullaby Beside the dying fire Dusk is drawn and the green mans thorn Is wrapped in wreaths of fog The fairies sail their boat till dawn Across the starry bog My darling son, the pearl-white moon Has drained her cup of dew And weeps to hear the sad, sweet song I sing, my love, to you Words and Music: Traditional Irish