O herdsman, driving your slow twilight flock
By darkening meadow and hedge and grassy rath
The trees stand shuddering as you pass by
The suddenly falling silence is your path
Over my [heart the shadows too]1 are creeping
But on my heart for ever they will lie
O happy meadow and trees and raths and hedges
The twilight and all its flock will pass you by
The Herdsman was written by Ernest John Moeran & Seumas O’Sullivan.