On Celtic Harp, in traditional Welch. I am profoundly sad and just don't know what else to say right now - thus, the words to this hymn. For Annabelle, who quietly sleeps.
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee, all through the night.
Guardian angels God will send thee, all through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, hill and dale in slumber sleeping,
I my loving vigil keeping, all through the night.
While the moon her watch is keeping, all through the night.
While the weary world is sleeping, all through the night.
O'er thy spirit gently stealing,visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling, all through the night.
Hark, a solemn bell is ringing, clear through the night.
Thou, my love, art heavenward winging, home through the night.
Earthly dust from off thee shaken, soul immortal shalt thou awaken,
With thy last dim journey taken, home through the night.
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