Sweet and Low

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me,
While my little one sleeps
While my pretty one,
Sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father come home to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails pull in from the west,
Under the silvery moon;
Sleep my little one, sleep
My pretty one, sleep.

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Blow, blow, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me,
While my little one sleeps

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Blow, blow, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!