Across the hills black clouds are sweeping Across the hills black clouds are sweeping Carrying poison far and wide And the grass has blackened underfoot
Lullay, lullay, lullay lullay The falcon hath born my make away He bare him up, he bare him down He bare him into an orchard brown In that orchard
Bheir me o, horo van o Bheir me o, horo van ee Bheir me o, o hooro ho Sad am I, without thee When I'm lonely, dear white heart Black the night or wild
Faithless love like a river flows Like raindrops falling on a broken rose Down in some valley where nobody goes Where the night blows in like a cold
Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall Aoibheal from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall A lyan van oh, my child,
Listen and hear each word Stop or you'll miss the birds They sing in the top of the trees Sometimes when you look you can't see But up there you will
I have seen the lark soar high at morn Heard his song up in the blue I have heard the blackbird pipe his note The thrush and the linnet too But there
The sky above the roof Is calm and sweet A tree above the roof Bends in the heat A bell from out the blue Drowsily rings
The wind doth blow today, my love, A few small drops of rain; I never had but one true love, In cold grave he is lain. I'd do as much for my true love
Westron wynde, when will thou blow That the small rain down can rain Christ said my love were in my arms And I in my bed again
Thy hand, Belinda; darkness shades me On thy bosom let me rest More I would, but Death invades me Death is now a welcome guest When I am laid, am laid
