"Rock-a-Bye Baby"

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, Cozy 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.

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.