Lyrics
Oh hush thee my baby
The night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green
The moon or the coldness looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that wrestle between
Where pillow meets pillow
Then soft be thy pillow
A weary beat flipper
Is curled at thy knees
The storm shall not wake thee
Nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging sea
Rudyard Kipling
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