Baby is sleeping so cozy and fair
While Mother sits near in her old oaken chair
Her foot on the rocker the cradle she swings
And though baby slumbers he hears what she sings.
Rock-a-bye baby on 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.
Oh rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, Mother is near
Then rock-a-bye rock-a-bye nothing to fear;
For angels of slumber are hovering near,
So rock-a-bye baby, Mother is here.
Grandma sits knitting by the old fire place
With snowy white hair and a smile on her face
The years have passed by yet it does not seem long
Since she rocked baby's Papa to sleep with that song.
Dear little baby their joy and their pride
Long may he be with them whatever betide
The kitchen, the cradle, that tender refrain
In mem'ry will linger that lullaby strain.