Feel the waves go rocking, rocking,
Feel them roll and roll and roll.
On the top there sits a sea-gull
And he’s rocking with the waves.
Now ’tis evening and he’s weary
So he’s resting on the waves.

When he woke in early morning
Like a flash he spied a fish.
Quick he flew and quickly diving
Snapped the fish and ate him straight.
Then he screamed for he was happy.
Then he spied another fish
Quick he flew and quickly diving
Snapped the fish and ate him straight.
So he played while shone the sunshine,
Catching fish and screaming hoarse
Till he was quite out of hunger,
And would rest him on the waves.
Once he flapped and flapped his great wings,
Soaring like an aeroplane.
Down below him lay the ocean
Like a wrinkled crinkly thing,
And giant steamers looked like toy ones
Slowly moving on the waves.

Now the moonshine’s making silver
All the tossing, rocking waves.
And the sea-gull looks like silver
And his great wings look like silver
Pressing close his silver side,
And his sharp beak looks like silver
Tucked beneath his silver wings.
For beneath the silver moonlight
See, the sea-gull’s gone to sleep.
Rocking, rocking on the water,
Sleeping, sleeping on the waves,
Rocking—sleeping—sleeping—rocking,
Fast asleep upon the waves.