Kamaskera Hush Of The Hollow Remade

Yon willow greets the nicht sae low,
Wi’ birken breath an’ lantern glint.
She hums a tune nae bairn should know—
A sang that curls like cinder flint.

Lie laigh, lie laigh, the leaves shall sigh,
Her branch will rock ye in her cry.
But dinnae blink or gaze sae lang—
For dreams are whaur the shades belong.

She wears nae face but kens yer fears,
A wede o’ sighs frae ancient years.
She’ll croon ye ben the hollow gate—
An’ hush ye till it’s far too late.

Lie laigh, lie laigh, the leaves shall sigh,
Her branch will rock ye in her cry.
But dinnae blink or gaze sae lang—
For dreams are whaur the shades belong.

So sleep, ma jo, wi’ dreams sae deep,
An’ mind the weepin’ tree ye keep.