Fair Is The Castle Up On The Hill-- Hushaby, Sweet My Own! The Night Is Fair, And The Waves Are Still, And The Wind Is Singing To You And To Me In This Lowly Home Beside The Sea-- Hushaby, Sweet My Own! On Yonder Hill Is Store Of Wealth-- Hushaby, Sweet My Own! And Revellers Drink To A Little One'S Health; But You And I Bide Night And Day For The Other Love That Has Sailed Away-- Hushaby, Sweet My Own! See Not, Dear Eyes, The Forms That Creep Ghostlike, O My Own! Out Of The Mists Of The Murmuring Deep; Oh, See Them Not And Make No Cry Till The Angels Of Death Have Passed Us By-- Hushaby, Sweet My Own! Ah, Little They Reck Of You And Me-- Hushaby, Sweet My Own! In Our Lonely Home Beside The Sea; They Seek The Castle Up On The Hill, And There They Will Do Their Ghostly Will-- Hushaby, O My Own! Here By The Sea A Mother Croons "Hushaby, Sweet My Own!" In Yonder Castle A Mother Swoons While The Angels Go Down To The Misty Deep, Bearing A Little One Fast Asleep-- Hushaby, Sweet My Own!