WINKEN, BLINKEN AND NOD

Winken, Blinken 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 three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea.
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Winken, Blinken and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song
As they rocked in a 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.
Never afeared are we."
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Winken, Blinken and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe
Bringing the fisherman home.
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it not could be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea.
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Winken, Blinken and Nod.

Winken and Blinken are two little eyes
And Nod is a little head;
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock on the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Winken, Blinken and Nod.

From the Irish Rovers "The Life of the Rover" album.