Softly in my dreams comes a haunting melody;
Bringing tender scenes from the Land of Memory;
How I long to be back in Cradle Days,
Rocked by mammy's hand onto the Land of Byelo.
Rock me in my Mississippi Cradle,
Let me look into my mammy's eyes;
I would give the world if I were able
To recal the days of lullabies.
Mammy, mammy mine! why did you leave me?
Wish that you had taken me along
Up in heaven where you may be crooning to some angel baby
My old Mississippi Cradle song.
Through a vale of tears I can see her tender face;
After all these years I can feel her fond embrace;
Some sweet day in the golden bye and bye,
I'll meet her up there in heaven where she's waiting.