A Celtic Lullaby

Lennavan-mo,

Who is it swinging you to and fro,

With a long low swing and a sweet low croon,

And the loving words of the mother's rune?

Lennavan-mo,

Who is it swinging you to and fro?

I am thinking it is an angel fair,

The Angel that looks on the gulf from the lowest stair

And swings the green world upward by its leagues of sunshine hair.

Lennavan-mo,

Who swingeth you and the Angel to and fro?

It is He whose faintest thought is a world afar,

It is He whose wish is a leaping seven-moon'd star,

It is He, Lennavan-mo,

To whom you and I and all things flow.

Lennavan-mo,

It is only a little wee lass you are, Eilidh-mochree,

But as this wee blossom has roots in the depths of the sky,

So you are at one with the Lord of Eternity --

Bonnie wee lass that you are,

My morning-star,

Eilidh-mo-chree, Lennavan-mo, Lennavan-mo.