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Wexford Lullaby

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.

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