The Boat That Rocks Slowly

A little boat is on the lake. It is the only one awake. The moon looks down, so round, so white. It fills the boat with silver light. Rocking, rocking, soft and slow.

The stars come out, one by one. The busy day is over and done. They shine on the water, calm and clear. They whisper, "Sleep, the night is here." Rocking, rocking, soft and slow.

A cool breeze blows, so soft and light. It rocks the boat from left to right. It rocks it here, it rocks it there, With gentle hands and lots of care. Rocking, rocking, soft and slow.

Little waves go lap, lap, lap. They give the boat a gentle tap. The water holds it, safe and near. It hums a song for the boat to hear. Rocking, rocking, soft and slow.

The fish below are fast asleep. The lotus closes, the lake is deep. A sleepy duck tucks in its head. The boat is now a little bed. Rocking, rocking, soft and slow.

When I walk, and when I sway, You rock inside me, the same way. The lake holds the boat all through the night. I hold you too, so close, so tight. Rocking, rocking, soft and slow.