Sweet and Low
Sweet And Low
Winds of the western sea
Low low breathe and blow
Winds of the western sea.
Under the rolling waters go
Come from the dying moon and blow
Blow it again to me
While my little one while my pretty one sleeps
Sleep and rest sleep and rest, father will come to thee soon.
Rest rest on mother's greats, father will come to thee soon.
Father will come to his babe in the nest
Silver sails all out of the west.
Father will come to thee soon