Close your eyes, my love, my own My precious child, mo stoirín
The summer's come with warmth and sun The grainy leaves are growing Softly sleep while watch I keep The breezes gently blowing
Close your eyes, my love, my own My precious child, mo stoirín
Your father comes across the land With gifts for you and for me Ducks and eggs in either hand And freshest fish from Tra Li
Close your eyes, my love, my own My precious child, mo stoirín
|
|