Sleep, baby, sleep, Thy papa guards the sheep; Thy mama shakes the dreamland tree And from it fall sweet dreams for thee, Sleep, baby, sleep, Sleep, baby, sleep, Our cottage vale is deep; The little lamb is on the green, With woolly fleece so soft and clean, Sleep, baby, sleep, Sleep, baby, sleep, Down where the woodbines creep; Be always like the lamb so mild, A kind and sweet and gentle child, Sleep, baby, sleep.
Winken, Blinken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe. Sailed off on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in the beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Winken, Blinken, And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe. And the wind that sped them al night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish— Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fisherman three: Winken, Blinken, And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam— Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe Bringing the fisherman home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea— But I shall name you the fishermen three: Winken, Blinken, And Nod.
Winken and Blinken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoes that sailed the skies Is the wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fisherman three: Winken, Blinken, And Nod.
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