Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
If the bow breaks, the cradle will fall
But moma will catch you, cradle and all
Baby is drowsy, cosy and fair
Moma sits near, in her rocking chair
Forward and back, the cradle she swings
And though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings
Hush-a-bye baby, up in the sky
On a soft cloud, it's easy to fly
Angels keep watch over as you sleep
So hush-a-bye baby, don't make a peep
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