Rockabye Baby On The Tree Top

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
If the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
Mother will catch you, cradle and all
Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair
Mother sits near in her rocking chair
Forward and back, the cradle she swings
Though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings
"Rock-a-bye baby, do not you fear
Never mind, baby, mother is near
Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight
Now sound asleep until morning light"