Over In Killarney,
Many years ago,
My Mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low;
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And I'd give the world to hear her sing
That song of hers today.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lul-la-by
Oft, in dreams I wander
To that cot again.
I feel her arms a-hugging me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a humming
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
I'm a strong believer in the power of a beautiful lullaby
when it comes to sending our little ones off to sleep.
Ari was somewhat of a difficult sleeper to begin with.
He had a few health issues which caused him discomfort
and made it very difficult for him to settle. Until he was five,
I sang to Ari almost every night, and often at nap times too.
I still sing to him on occasion, when he asks me to.
Usually 'Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral'... ah, those Irish roots!
My grandmother sang it to my mother, she sang it to me,
and now I take pleasure in singing it to my own child.
I guess, that's the way it often is with lullabies.
Lately, I've been singing this sometimes... perhaps
you remember me posting about Arrietty before?
I bought Ari the DVD for his birthday. He loves this song.
I looked it up on youtube and lately he's been listening to
it as he drifts off to sleep. I must say, it works like magic!