Biography:
Luke Kelly, (17 November 1940 - 30 January 1984) was an Irish singer and folk musician from Dublin, Ireland, most famous as a member of the band The Dubliners.
Kelly was one of the best-known figures of the Irish folk music movement of the 1960s and 1970s. A Dubliner from the north inner city, he attended O'Connell's Schools before emigrating to Britain in 1958. There he first became involved in the growing international folk music scene in which Ewan MacColl was a central figure, as well as joining the Communist Party of Great Britain.
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C Em Am F G C
Sleep my child, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
C Em Am F Em F
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall
C Em Am F Em F
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire
F Em Am F G C
The cricket sings your a lullaby, beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog
A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.
Pronunciation-
Aoibheall- Ee-vall
Leanbhan- Lyan-van
Siabhra- Shee-vra
Tearmann- Char-muns
The words are gaelic, so they are a wee bit different then what you would expect
to pronounce them... but there they are!!!
If there is anything wrong with it please let me know!
Sleep my child, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
C Em Am F Em F
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall
C Em Am F Em F
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire
F Em Am F G C
The cricket sings your a lullaby, beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog
A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.
Pronunciation-
Aoibheall- Ee-vall
Leanbhan- Lyan-van
Siabhra- Shee-vra
Tearmann- Char-muns
The words are gaelic, so they are a wee bit different then what you would expect
to pronounce them... but there they are!!!
If there is anything wrong with it please let me know!
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