Fair is the castle up on the hill -- Hushaby, sweet my own! The night is fair, and the waves are still, And the wind is singing to you and to me In this lowly home beside the sea -- Hushaby, sweet my own!
On yonder hill is store of wealth -- Hushaby, sweet my own! And revellers drink to a little one's health; But you and I bide night and day For the other love that has sailed away -- Hushaby, sweet my own!
See not, dear eyes, the forms that creep Ghostlike, O my own! Out of the mists of the murmuring deep; Oh, see them not and make no cry Till the angels of death have passed us by -- Hushaby, sweet my own!
Ah, little they reck of you and me -- Hushaby, sweet my own! In our lonely home beside the sea; They seek the castle up on the hill, And there they will do their ghostly will -- Hushaby, O my own!
Here by the sea a mother croons "Hushaby, sweet my own! " In yonder castle a mother swoons While the angels go down to the misty deep, Bearing a little one fast asleep -- Hushaby, sweet my own!
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