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

The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall

And 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

And though baby sleeps
He hears what she sings


From the high rooftops
Down to the sea
No one's as dear

As baby to me
Wee little fingers
Eyes wide and bright

Now sound asleep
Until morning light