O, come o\u27er the moonlit sea,Where the waves are brightly glowing,The winds have sunk to their evening rest,And the tide is gently flowing. All is still, save the echoed song,Of Italia\u27s dark eyed daughters, Or the distant sound of the boat man\u27s oar,As it dips in sparkling waters. Yes, I\u27ll roam o\u27er the moonlit sea,For the waves are brightly glowing,The winds are sunk to their evening rest,And the tide is gently flowing. Thy bark is in the bay, love, It only waits for me.It\u27s sails will throw Their shadows o\u27er the sea.Though bright the morn may beam, love, Along the smiling sea, O, dearer still Are moonlit waves to me