Oh hush thee, my baby

The night is behind us

And black are the waters that sparkled so green

The moon or the cold looks downward to find

At rest in the hollow that wrestle between



Where pillow meet pillow

Then soft be thy prayer

A weary beat flipper

Is curled at thy knees

The storm shall not wake thee

Nor shark overtake thee

Asleep in the arms of this slow swinging sea



Where pillow meet pillow

Then soft be thy prayer

A weary beat flipper

Is curled at thy knees

The storm shall not wake thee

Nor shark overtake thee

Asleep in the arms of this slow swinging sea