The Children Sing (1951), no. 140
Rock-a-Bye Baby

1. Rock-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.

2. Rock-a-bye, baby, papa is hunting, Mama is waiting gladly his coming. Rise with the lark, love, and gladly greet him: All will be joy with thee today.