The Cradle Song

Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee Soft a snow-white fleece enfolds thee Fairest flower all strewn before thee Birds warble o'er thee Seoithín seo ló, seoithín seo lú la ló Oh who is this a-lying here Gently at the door of my heart To and fro like clouds at night I softly rock your cradle Seoithín seo ló, seoithín seo lú la ló A yellow moon lies in the sky Streaming, falling over the earth Hush, a leanna, hush, be still The world is silent and sleeping Seoithín seo ló, seoithín seo lú la ló 1