The Seal Lullaby

Ooh...

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

Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow

Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease

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

Ooh...