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 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 Siabhra sails his boat till morn Upon the Starry Bog A leanbhan O, the paly moon Has ringed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad, sweet 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 ♪ 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 and heart's desire The crickets sing you lullaby Beside the dying fire.