Sweet and Low

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 silvеr moon
Sleep, my little one
Sleep, my pretty onе, sleep