Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall   Eeval from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall   A lyan van 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   Sheevra sails his boat 'til morn upon the starry bog   A lyan van o, the paly moon hath brimm'd her cusp in dew   And weeps to hear the sad, sleep tune I sing, my love, to you      Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall   Eeval from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall   A lyan van o, my child, my joy, my love and heart's desire   The crickets sing you lullaby beside the dying fire