This simple, charming song arranges original music steeped in the sounds of the early twentieth century with lyrics by Tennyson. It was popular for a time as a hymn, absorbed into the world of folk songs, and still soothes as a sweet lullaby.
 
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
 
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
 
"Sweet and Low" is excerpted from "The Princess:" Tennyson, Alfred Lord. "The Princess". Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, MacMillan and Co., London, 1896.