Oh, hush me, my baby, the night is behind us. And black and white is the sun so green. The moon above us is downcast to find us. But there's still a rose that blooms so neatly. When we know it's below, there's nothing like below. The wind is near, he can't hear it. The storm shall not wake him. Nor shall gloom overtake him. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. For the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea. Sleep in the arms of the snow-swinging sea.