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[Verse 1]
Hush now, my Storeen
Close your eyes and sleep
Waltzing the waves
Diving the deep
Stars are shining bright
The wind is on the rise
Whispering words of long lost lullabies
[Chorus]
Oh, won't you come with me?
Where the moon is made of gold
And in the morning sun
We'll be sailing
Oh, won't you come with me?
Where the ocean meets the sky
And as the clouds roll by
We'll sing the song of the sea
[Verse 2]
I had a dream last night
And heard the sweetest sound
I saw a great white light and dancers in the round
Castles in the sand
Cradles in the trees
Don't cry, I'll see you by and by
Sleep, my child, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
Darkness 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, o 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
The October winds lament
Around the Castle of Dromore,
Yet peace is in its lofty halls,
My loving treasure store.
Though autumn leaves may droop and die
A bud of spring are you.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la lo.
Bring no ill winds to hinder us,
My helpless babe and me,
Dread spirit of Blackwater banks,
Clan Owen's wild banshee.
And Holy Mary pitying us
In heav'n for grace doth sue.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la lo.
Take time to thrive, my rose of hope,
In the garden of Dromore.
Take heed, young eagle, till your wings
Are feathered fit to soar.
A little rest and then the world
Is full of work to do
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la lo.
Kumbaya Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbayah
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Au clair de la lune
Mon ami Pierrot
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte
Je n’ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l’amour de Dieu
Au clair de la lune
Pierrot répondit :
Je n’ai pas de plume
Je suis dans mon lit
Va chez la voisine
Je crois qu’elle y est
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet
Dans son lit de plumes
Pierrot se rendort
Il rêve à la lune
Son coeur bat bien fort
Car toujours si bonne
Pour l’enfant tout blanc
La lune lui donne
Son croissant d’argent
To my lullaby surrender
Warm and tender is my breast
Mother's arms with love caressing
Lay their blessing on your rest
Nothing shall tonight alarm you
None shall harm you, have no fear
Lie contented, calmly slumber
On your mother's breast, my dear
Here tonight I tightly hold you
And enfold you while you sleep
Why, I wonder, are you smiling
Smiling in your slumber deep?
Are the angels on you smiling
And beguiling you with charm
While you also smile, my blossom
In my bosom soft and warm?
Have no fear now, leaves are knocking
Gently knocking at our door
Have no fear now, waves are beating
Gently beating on the shore
Sleep, my darling, none shall harm you
Nor alarm you, never cry
In my bosom sweetly smiling
And beguiling those on high
Sleep my darling, none shall harm you now.
Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.
Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?
Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes.
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.
Sleep, o babe, for the red-bee hums
The silent twilight's fall:
Aibheall fromt he 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 pale half moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune
I sing, O love, to you.
The October winds lament
around the castle of Dromore
Yet peace is in her lofty halls
My loving treasure store
Though Autumn leaves may droop and die
a bud of spring are you sing hush-a-by
loo,la-lo,la lan
sing hush-a-by loo la lo
Bring no ill will to hinder us
my helpless babe and me dread spirits
of the blackwater clan owen's wild banshee
and Holy Mary pitying us in Heaven
for grace doth sue sing hush-a-by
loo,la-lo,la lan sing hush-a-by loo la lo
Take time to thrive my ray of hope
in the garden of Dromore
Take heed young eaglet
till thy wings are feathered fit to soar
a little rest and then the world
is full of work to do
sing hush-a-by loo,
la-lo,la lan sing hush-a-by loo la lo
Nish lhisagh shin yn feailley shoh Y reayll lesh creeaghyn glen Ayns cooinaghtyn jeh Yeesey Chreest Oikan ayns Bethlehem Daag Eh cooyrtn sollys E Ayr Goaill er yn dooghys ain Ruggit jeh Moidyn ghlen gyn chron Oikan ayns Bethlehem Eisht ainleyn Niau ren boggey ghoaill Haink lesh ny naightyn hooin Ginsh jeh Saualtagh ruggiy jiu Oikan ayns Bethlehem Nagh mooar yn insblid as y ghraih V'ayns Yeesey Chreest yn Eayn Tra ghow Eh er cummey Harvaant Oikan ayns Bethlehem Ard gloyr da Jee 'syn yrjid heose Ta reill ayns maynrys beayn Aigney mie Yee nish soilhit dooin Oikan ayns Bethlehem
Once there was a way, to get back homeward
Once there was a way, to get back home
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Once there was a way, to get back homeward
Once there was a way, to get back home
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Sleep pretty darling, don't you cry
I'll sing a lullabye
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
I will sing a lullabye
Sleep on child, it is not quite day
For the moon has still to set
Oh the lark she will cry
And bring down the morning to where you lie
But the lark has not risen yet
Oh, the lark has not risen yet
Sleep on child while the birds rest on
And the cow she sleeps in her stall
Oh the meadow stands grey
In this dew-down moment before the day
And waits for the lark to call
And waits for the lark to call
Sleep on child while the fields are still;
They wait for your father's hand
But he will not go
And the sun will not shine and the cock will not crow
Til the lark cries over the land
Til the lark cries over the land
Sleep on child and heed no sound
For your father may rise in the dark
With his boots in his hand
Go drowsily down by the doorway to stand
Waiting for the lark
Waiting for the lark