Rock-a-bye, baby,
On the treetop,
When the wind blows

The cradle will rock,
If the bough breaks
The cradle will fall,

But Mama will catch you,
Cradle and all.
Hush-a-bye, baby,

Up in the sky,
On a soft cloud
It's easy to fly.

Angels keep watch
O'er you as you sleep,
So hush-a-bye, baby,

Don't make a peep.