This shall be thy lullaby
Rocking on the stormy sea;
Though it roar in thunder wild
Sleep, stilly sleep, my dark-haired child

When our shuddering boat was crossing
Eldern's lake, so rudely tossing
Then 'twas first my nursling smiled;
Sleep, softly sleep, my fair-browed child

Waves above thy cradle break;
Foamy tears are on the cheek;
Yet the ocean's self grows mild
When it bears my slumbering child