The Little Boat Rocks to Sleep

The moon is up, so round and bright, The sea is silver-blue tonight, And out on the water, rocking slow, Is a little wooden boat we know.

Rock and sway, rock and sway. “Shhh,” say the waves. “Shhh.”

Past the rocks where the seals are curled, The sleepiest seals in all the world, The little boat whispers, “Goodnight, goodnight,” And the seals blink slow in the soft moonlight.

Rock and sway, rock and sway. “Shhh,” say the waves. “Shhh.”

Past the cliffs where the seagulls rest, Each one tucked in a cosy nest, The little boat whispers, “Goodnight, goodnight,” And the gulls snuggle down, all soft and white.

Rock and sway, rock and sway. “Shhh,” say the waves. “Shhh.”

Past the lighthouse, tall and still, Blinking slowly on its hill, The little boat whispers, “Goodnight, goodnight,” And the lighthouse winks its golden light.

Rock and sway, rock and sway. “Shhh,” say the waves. “Shhh.”

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And here is the harbour, hushed and deep, Where all the little boats go to sleep. The little boat drifts to its cosy place, With moonlight soft on its sleepy face.

Its lantern glows, so small, so low. The water rocks it, slow… so slow…

Rock… and sway. Rock… and sway.

And you are my little boat tonight, Rocked in my arms and held so tight.

Rock… and sway. “Shhh.”

Goodnight, little boat.

Goodnight.

The End