Rock-a-bye, baby in the treetop When the wind blows the cradle will rock when the bough breaks the cradle will fall but daddy will catch it and baby won’t fall Baby is drowsing cozy and fair Mother sits near in her rocking chair Forward and back the cradle she swings and though baby sleeps he hears when she sings From the high rooftops down to the sea No one’s as dear as baby to me Wee little fingers eyes wide and bright now sound asleep until morning light