Wexford Lullaby ( John Renbourn) Lulay lulay, my tiny child Too soon you'll know the world so wild Yes all too soon you will be grown And I'll bide here alone, alone. The rushing bellows you shall ride And the light of the North Star will be your guide But yet awhile, I'll have you stay Lulay my tiny child, lulay. For you shall run in meadows green And sport with otters all in the stream And you shall chase the dapple deer And swim with salmon in the waters clear. To pluck the small birds from the sky On the tail of the South wind, you shall fly And take the high hills for your home Blood of my blood, bone of my bone. The moon must sleep beyond the tree So weep sweet maid of Galilee The sun must rise before the cross To dry your tears and share your loss. The darkest hour of the starless night Must bow to the power of the Eastern light That heals the earth and makes us whole Heart of my heart, soul of my soul. And when at last your course is run Joy of my joy, my little son Beneath the sky you'll stand alone Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Yes you shall stand on the coal-black sands To cross o'er the waters of the Western lands But now I have you at my breast Lulay my sweet one, gently rest. CX oct99
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