Ely’s lullaby

Peace, peace little baby,
Hear not the cruel storm
Our boats have come safely,
We’re sheltered and warm.

Be still, little darling
And hark to the sound
Of wind-song and wave-song
So awesome and loud …

For wind-song shall free you
And wave-song shall teach you
And my song shall love you
The good seasons round …

So sleep, little seabird, sleep …


Słowa: A.C. Crispin, Andre Norton   „Songsmith”
Muzyka: Barbara Karlik

źródło: http://www.andre-norton.org/poems/21.html