Ford Across to Hushabye Stream

Softly Blows O'er Lullaby Quay.

It Fills the Sails of Ships That are Waiting

Waiting to Sail your Hope of Sea.

It Isn't Far from Hushabye Stream

And your Ship across by the Shore.

The Winds of Night So Softly are Sighing

Soon they Will Fly Battle of War.

So Close your Eyes on Hushabye Stream

Say Goodnight to Cares for me.

And Watch your Ship from Hushabye Stream

Sail Far Away from Lullaby Quay.