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;
Whil my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to the soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to the soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver suils all out of the west
under the silver moon:
Sleep,my little one, sleep, my pretty one,sleep.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
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;
Whil my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to the soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to the soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver suils all out of the west
under the silver moon:
Sleep,my little one, sleep, my pretty one,sleep.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
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ResponderExcluirgreetings from the gypsy camp - thank you for coming by and leaving a note - of your post here, it is one of my favorites of the poet's - i've always loved lord tennyson - again, thank you for coming by and i hope you'll come again soon - have a wonderful day -
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