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Gartan Mother's Lullaby
ASleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the Dsilent twilight's Afall Ee val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall D A A lyan van oh, my child, my Djoy, my own and heart's desire The crickets sing you Alullaby beside the Ddying Afire
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog Sheevra sails his boat till morn, across the starry bog A lyn van o, the paley moon has brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you