LYRIC

Close your eyes, my love, my own
My precious child, mo stуirнn

Dъn do shъil, a rъn mo chroн
Is gheobhair feirнn amбrach

The summer's come with warmth and sun
The grainy leaves are growing
Softly sleep while watch I keep
The breezes gently blowing

[Chorus:]

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

Dъn do shъil, a rъn mo chroн
A chuid den tsaol, 's a ghrб liom
Dъn do shъil, a rъn mo chroн
Agus gheobhair feirнn amбrach
[Chorus:]

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