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
Rock-a-bye, baby, Your cradle is green, Father's a King, And Mother's a queen. Sister's a Lady, And wears a gold ring, Brother's a drummer, And plays for the king.
Hmmmmmm
Rock-a-bye baby,Way up on high, Never mind baby, Mother is 'nigh Up to the ceiling, Down to the ground, Rock-a-bye baby, Up hill and down.
