Now silent falls the clacking mill;
Sweet - sweeter smells the briar;
The dew wells big on bud and twig;
The glow-worm's wrapt in fire.

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me,
And softly, lill-lall-lo, love,
'Tis high time, and wild time,
And no time, no, love!

The Western sky has veiled her rose ; 
The night-wind to the willow 
Sigheth, "Now, lovely, lean thy head, 
Thy tresses be my pillow!" 

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, 
And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 
'Tis high time, and wild time, 
And no time, no, love ! 

Cries in the brake, bells in the sea:
The moon o'er moor and mountain
Cruddles her light from height to height,
Bedazzles pool and fountain.

Leap, fox; hoot, owl ; wail, warbler sweet:
'Tis midnight now's a-brewing;
The fairy mob is all abroad,
And witches at their wooing --

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me,
And softly, lill-lall-lo, love,
'Tis high time, and wild time,
And no time, no, love.