Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,The wind is cold in the highlands.Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,Love of the gods shall keep us. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,Soft is the bed of heather,Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,We are strong while we are together. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,May gods grant you theirContinue reading “Lullaby”