Woorden: Barbara Dickson. Do Right Woman. The Garton Mother's Lullaby.

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