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,
Though baby sleeps,
he hears what she sings.
Rock-a-bye baby,
do not you fear,
Never mind baby,
mother is near.
Three little fingers,
eyes are shut tight.
Now sound asleep
until morning light.
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.
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