Rock-a-bye Baby

Rock a bye baby on 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
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

Bruce Larkin