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, 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



@lullaby

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