When the moon-cradle`s rocking and rocking
Where a cloud and a cloud go by
Silently rocking and rocking
The moon-cradle out in the sky. 
Then comes the lad with the hazel
And the folding star`s in the rack
`Night`s a good herd` to the cattle,
He sings, `She brings all things back.` 
But the bond woman down by the boorie
Sings with a heart grown wild
How a hundred rivers are flowing
Between herself and her child. 
`The geese, even they trudge homeward
That have their wings and the waste,
Let your thoughts be on Night the Herder,
And be quiet for a space.` 
The moon-cradle`s rocking and rocking,
Where a cloud and a cloud go by,
Silent rocking and rocking
The moon-cradle out in the sky. 
The snipe they are crying and crying
Liadine, liadine, liadine
Where no track`s on the bog they are flying:
A lonely dream will be mine!