Cradle song
Sweet and low,sweet and low
Wind of the wstern sea,
Low,Low,bhrethe and blow,
Wind of
the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Comefrom the dying moon,and blow,
Blow him again tome:
While my little one,while my preetyone,sleeps.
sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon:
Rest,Rest, on m,other’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,s;leep,my pretty one,sleep.