Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight's fall
Evil from the Grey Rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall
A lyan* van o, my child, my joy
My all, my 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 'til morn
Upon the starry bog
A lyan van o, the paly moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear in the sad sleep-tune
I sing, O love, to you