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Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall Ee val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall A lyan van oh, my child, my joy, my own 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 'till morn, across a starry bog A lyan van o, the paley moon has ringed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing, o love, to you Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall Es val from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall A lyan van oh, my child, my joy, my own and heart's desire The crickets sing you lullaby beside the dying fire From Letras Mania