Rock a bye Baby
 | Rock a bye baby on the tree top, 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 Foward and back the cradle she swings And though baby sleeps he hears what she sings From the high rooftops down to the sea No ones' as dear as baby to me Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright Now sound asleep until morning light |