Rock-a-bye, baby, on the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough breaks the cradle will fall Down will come baby, cradle and all
Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair Mother sits near in her rocking chair Forward and back, the cradle she swings Though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings
Rock-a-bye baby, do not you fear Never mind, baby, mother is near Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight Now sound asleep - until morning light