Rock a bye bay on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And mama will catch you 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.
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 till morning light.