Sweet and Low

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