O little head of gold! O candle of my house!
Thou will be a guide to all who travel this country.
Be quiet, O house! And O little grey mice,
Stay at home tonight in your hidden lairs!
O moths on the window, fold your wings!
Cease your droning, O little black chafers!
O plover and O curlew, over my house do not travel!
Speak not, O barnacle-goose, going over the mountain here!
O creatures of the mountain, that wake so early,
Stir not tonight till the sun whitens over you!
Thou will be a guide to all who travel this country.
Be quiet, O house! And O little grey mice,
Stay at home tonight in your hidden lairs!
O moths on the window, fold your wings!
Cease your droning, O little black chafers!
O plover and O curlew, over my house do not travel!
Speak not, O barnacle-goose, going over the mountain here!
O creatures of the mountain, that wake so early,
Stir not tonight till the sun whitens over you!