Sweet and Low
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Joseph Barnby
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
While my little one
While my pretty one sleeps
While my little one
While my pretty one sleeps