Rockaby baby, on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
If the bough breaks the cradle won't fall
Mama will catch you, cradle and all
Hushabye baby, up in the sky
On a soft cloud it's easy to fly
Angels keep watch over as you sleep
Hushabye baby, don't make a peep
Rockaby baby, do not you fear
Never mind, baby, mother is near
Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight
Now sound asleep, until morning light
Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair
Mother sits near in her rocking chair
Forward and back, the cradle she swings
And baby sleeps, he hears what she sings
