SLEEPY SEAS
by Reg Stoneham 1879-1942

down by a sleepy sea
for the sighing trees I pine
and a southern maid
who was so afraid
when I spoke of love divine
while a silver moon was smiling
happy hours were beguiling
a slow sweet love dream
by the sleepy sea

while the wind
sang a melody tender
through the palm trees that sway by the shore
there she drooped in my arms
with her smiles and charms
that I worship forever more
she has lips
like the heart of a rose bud
and their sweetness is waiting for me
though now far away
I'll go back some day
to a bride 
who waits beside 
the sleepy sea

eyes, eyes that sympathise
kinda make me
feel quite blue
bright as any star
shining from afar
and they call me back to you
like a ukulele playing 
I just seem to hear you saying
come back to me
beside the sleepy sea