Sweet And Low
Bette Midler Lyrics


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Sweet and low, sweet and low,
wind of the western sea.
Low, low, breathe and blow,
wind of the western sea.
Over the rolling waters go.
Come from the dying moon and blow.
Blow him again to me
while my little one,
while my pretty one sleeps.
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest;
Father will come to thee soon.
Rest, rest on mother's breast;
Father will come to thee soon.
Father will come to his babe in the nest.
Silver sails all out of the west
under the silver moon.
Sleep, my little one,




sleep, my pretty one,
sleep, my little one, sleep.

Overall Meaning

Sweet and Low is a song performed by Bette Midler that is based on a poem of the same name written by Alfred Tennyson. The poem describes the wind of the western sea, which blows sweet and low over the rolling waters, and is called upon to blow again to the poet's loved one while they sleep. The gentle, soothing nature of the wind is reflected in the song, which is composed of soft, comforting tones and slow, lulling melodies. The song creates a calming, peaceful atmosphere that is intended to help the listener relax and settle into a restful sleep.


The lyrics also touch upon the theme of separation, with the promise that the mother and father will be reunited with their child soon. The image of the silver sails in the moonlight evoke a sense of hope and magic, as if anything is possible. The repetition of the phrases "sleep, my little one" and "sleep, my pretty one" reinforce the idea of security and safety, and the soothing, repetitive nature of the song is meant to lull the listener into a state of deep relaxation.


Overall, Sweet and Low is a beautiful, tender lullaby that captures the essence of Tennyson's poem and creates a sense of peace and tranquility for the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Whisper softly, whisper softly


wind of the western sea.
Breeze from the direction of the sunset


Low, low, breathe and blow,
Breath softly, blow gently


wind of the western sea.
Breeze from the direction of the sunset


Over the rolling waters go.
Travel over the waves


Come from the dying moon and blow.
Come from the setting moon and breathe gently


Blow him again to me
Blow the breeze toward me once more


while my little one,
While my child,


while my pretty one sleeps.
While my beautiful child is sleeping


Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
No additional meaning, just a vocalization


Sleep and rest, sleep and rest;
Sleep and relax, sleep and relax


Father will come to thee soon.
Your father will join you shortly


Rest, rest on mother's breast;
Relax, relax on your mother's chest


Father will come to thee soon.
Your father will join you shortly


Father will come to his babe in the nest.
Your father will come to his child in the cradle


Silver sails all out of the west
Silver boats sailing toward the sunset


under the silver moon.
Under the moon with a silver glow


Sleep, my little one,
Sleep, my child,


sleep, my pretty one,
Sleep, my beautiful child,


sleep, my little one, sleep.
Sleep, my child, sleep.




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Coleen Wilson


on Wind Beneath My Wings

lovely song

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