Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us
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It begins with a cautionary tale about swimming too far on your own, while you're still a baby. Something about summer gales and killer whales. But the last 3 lines should be printed on maternity dresses: Just splash and grow strong And you can't go wrong Child of the open sea.
I love this this poem, and I am so grateful the words were set to music and that I got to sing it with our college choir. The interdisciplinary effect is tremendous.