Norman Cradle Song, Op. 53, No. 4 (1893)

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When the moon is afloat, and the ocean at rest,
The sea-elf goes forth to the town he loves best:
Up from his cave, over the wave,
With joy in his breast,
Singing: “Sleep, sleep, little baby,
And dream, and dream on the sea
That lulls around thy cradle,
And murmurs, and murmurs to thee:
So sleep, little Baby, sleep,
So sleep, my little Baby, sleep!”

When the stars are ashine, and the waves are at play,
And rush to the shore from the wind-stricken bay,
The sea-elf is there, the brine in his hair,
As merry as they.
Singing: “Sleep, sleep, little baby,
The moon is laughing with glee,
And shining on thy cradle,
Is shining and laughing for thee:
So sleep, little Baby, sleep,
so sleep, my little Baby, sleep!”

The sea-elf goes a-roving when the moon waxes bright,
And plays in the churchyard till fadeth the light,
And his morrice he paces,
And deftly retraces,
His steps through the night,
Singing: “Sleep, sleep, little Baby,
And dream, and dream of the sea,
That lulls around thy cradle,
And murmurs, and murmurs to thee;
So sleep, little Baby, sleep,
so sleep, Baby, sleep!”