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.
-------- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
