The purple heather sways so low
Where quiet gentle waters flow
The twilight falls upon the green
The softest night you’ve ever seen
Close your eyes let the world drift away
Leave the worries of the day
Hark the mist begins to weep
Where the emerald hills fall fast asleep
A whisper on the evening breeze
Through ancient hills and mossy trees
The silver moon begins to rise
To sing a song of lullabies
Close your eyes let the world drift away
Leave the worries of the day
Hark the mist begins to weep
Where the emerald hills fall fast asleep
Rest now sleep tight
Underneath the Irish night
Rest now peace within
Where the dream begins
