Upon the sea where dreams are hiding,
The fishermen’s boat goes a-sailing,
Stars above the night are leading,
The lullaby of moon’s gentle lowing.
Wynken nods as waves keep onward,
Blynken’s eyes with sleep are weaving,
Nod with dreams, skies ever-wand’ring,
In slumber’s realm, sparkly sprites enchanting,
Rest ‘til dawn when harbour lights are nearing.
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