Oh, rock-a-bye, hush-a-bye,
Wee babe of mine,
As stars twinkle high in the sky;

The whippoorwill's crying,
The night wind is sighing,
The river runs murmuring by.

The pine trees are slumbering,
Wee babe of mine,
The gray squirrel has gone to his nest;

The robins are sleeping,
The mother bird's keeping
Her little ones safe while they rest.

The roebuck is dreaming, oh,
Wee babe of mine,
His mate lies asleep at his side.

The breezes are pining,
The moonbeams are shining
All over the prairie so wide.

Then hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
Wee babe of mine,
You sail on a river of dreams;

Remember I love you,
And angels above you
Will keep watch 'til morning light gleams.