Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew "Where are you going and what do you wish?" The old Moon asked the tree "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beutiful sea Nets of silver and gold have we" Said Wynken, Blynken and Nod
The old Moon laughed and he sang a song As they rocked in the wooden shoe And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew The little stars were the herring fish That lived in the beautiful sea "Now cast your nets wherever you wish For never afeared are we" So cried the stars to the fishermen three Wynken, Blynken and Nod
All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twinkling foam Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe Bringing the fishermen home 'Twas all so prettty, a sail it seemed As if it could not be And some folks thought 'twas a dream they dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three Wynken, Blynken and Nod
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes And Nod is a little head And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trunble bed Now close your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea As the old Moon rocked the fishermen three Wynken, Blynken and NodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.