[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Where billow meets billow then soft be thy pillow
Ah, weary wee flipperlings, curl at thine ease
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging sea

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Where billow meets billow then soft be thy pillow
Ah, weary wee flipperlings, curl at thine ease
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging sea