Sweet and Low

Sweet and Low -Elizabeth Guest

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

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

Sleep sleep my pretty one sleep

Sleep my pretty one sleep