Testo Moon Cradle

Moon Cradle 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 Silently 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!