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, 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 will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west,
Under the silver moon,
Sleep my little one, sleep,
My pretty one, sleep.
