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