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THE GLEN OF THE TWILIGHT.
WHAT road are you taking my lhiannoo veg villish,
And where will you go at the end of the day?
We are taking the road to the Glen of the Twilight
And 'Cadlag the Sleeper' is showing the way.
Where the Fayries are weaving the dreams for our pillow
And lighting the candles that burn in the sky;
Where 'Cadlag the Sleeper' is swaying the willow
And blackbirds are calling, Oie-vie, oie-vie!
And what will you do in the Glen of the Twilight,
When 'Cadlag the Sleeper' has found you a nest?
We'll play with the roses the Fayries will bring us
And murmur of waters will lull us to rest.
Where the Fayries are weaving the dreams for our pillow
And rocking the cradle where softly we'll lie;
Where 'Cadlag the Sleeper' is swaying the willow
And childher are nodding, Oie-vie, oie-vie.
