Lullaby

Bright is the moon on the deep,

Bright are the cliffs in her beam,

Sleep, my little one, sleep!

Look he smiles, and opens his hands,

He sees his father in distant lands,

And kisses him there in a dream,

Sleep, sleep.

Father is over the deep,

Father will come to thee soon,

Sleep, my pretty one, sleep!

Father will come to his babe in the nest,

Silver sails all out of the West,

Under the silver moon,

Sleep, sleep!