Lyrics
When the moon-cradle's rocking, and rocking
Where a cloud, and a cloud go by
Silently rocking, and rocking
The moon-cradle out in the sky
Then comes the lad with the hazel
And the folding star's in the rack
Night's a good herd to the cattle
He sings, 'she brings all things back
But the bond woman down by the boorie
Sings with a heart grown wild
How a hundred rivers are flowing
Between herself and her child
The geese, even they trudge homeward
That have their wings and the waste
Let your thoughts be on night the herder
And be quiet for a space
The moon-cradle's rocking, and rocking
Where a cloud, and a cloud go by
Silent rocking, and rocking
The moon-cradle out in the sky
The snipe they are crying, and crying
Liadine, liadine, liadine
Where no track's on the bog they are flying
A lonely dream will be mine
Where no track's on the bog they are flying
A lonely dream will be mine
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, la, la
La, la, mmh, mmh
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
