1. 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.
2. Grandma sits knitting close by the 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,
3. 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.
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.