Sweet and Low Sweet And Low Winds of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Winds of the western sea. Under the rolling waters go Come from the dying moon and blow Blow it 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 greats, father will come to thee soon. Father will come to his babe in the nest Silver sails all out of the west. Father will come to thee soon