Текст песни
Hush ye noo, the rowan bends,
Berries red where the dark path ends,
Twig an' thread abune yer heid,
Naething foul shall cross this bed.
Wind may batter, rain may ca',
Fae may whisper through the wa',
But the rowan hauds its airm,
Cradle safe frae ilka harm.
Roon an' roon the berry ring,
Hear the branch abune ye sing,
Auld as hills an' strang as stane,
Rowan brings the bairn back hame.
Stars may dance in cauld black skies,
Lanterns flicker, shadows rise,
But the cradle winna shake,
Rowan guards till mornin' break.
Sleep, my jo, the rowan hauds,
Through the storm an' through the cauld,
Thread is tied an' charm is sung,
Safe ye'll bide till day is young.
Doon the glen the foxes creep,
Owls keep watch while bairns sleep,
Naething stirs the rowan's keep,
Hush ye noo, an' dream sae deep.
Hush… ye… noo…
