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
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
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