Wynken, Blynken, And Nod So close your eyes as mother sings of the
(Donovan) beautiful sights that be, And you shall see such
wondrous things as you rock in your misty sea.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night, sailed off So sang the stars to the fishermen three,
in a wooden shoe, They sailed down a river of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
crystal light into a sea of dew. "Now where are
you going and what do you wish?" the old moon
asked the three. "We're going out fishing for
the herring fish that live in the beautiful sea,
And such silver and gold have we," said Wynken,
Blynken, and Nod.
So the old moon laughed and sang a song as they
rocked in their wooden shoe, And the breeze that
sped them all night long ruffled the waves of
dew. Now the stars in the sky were the herring
fish that live in the beautiful sea Come cast
your nets wherever you wish, never a-feared are
we. So sang the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
So all night long their nets they threw to the
stars in the twinklin' foam Then down from the
sky came the wooden shoe a-bringin' the
fishermen home. 'Twas all so beautiful a sight
it seemed as if it could not be. And some folks
thought it was a dream they dreamed while
sailin' the beautiful sea But I shall name you
the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Now Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes and
Nod is a little head. And the breeze that sped
them all night long is a wee one's trundle bed.