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, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
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.
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!
