Oh hush thee, my baby,
The night is behind us,
And black are the waters
That sparkled so green

The moon, o'er the combers,
Looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows
That rustle between...

The storm shall not wake thee,
Nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms
Of the slow-swinging seas...

Asleep in the arms
Of the slow-swinging seas...