Rock-a-bye baby in 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, cosy 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

“Rock-a-bye baby in the tree tops
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come Baby, cradle and all"