Rock-a-bye baby
on the tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will rock
and down comes baby and cradle and rock
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
like the wheat in the fields
and the clouds on the rock
When the wind blows
through the lines on your face
the cradle will rock
on the tree top
where you pray for lightning thinder and rain
to crash you down just like a rock
that goes thump in the night in the mud and the rain
Once upon a time a long time ago
there was a cradle in the night
there was a rock and there was you
in the rain and the ccradle and the night
