Tuesday, February 19, 2008
lullaby
I cant get to sleep.Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree topWhen the wind blows, the cradle will rockWhen the bough breaks, the cradle will fallAnd down will come baby, cradle and allBaby is drowsing, cozy and fairMother sits near, in her rocking chairForward and back, the cradle she swingsAnd though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings From the high rooftops, down to the seaNo one's as dear, as baby to meWee little fingers, eyes wide and brightNow sound asleep, until morning light.
left to seek for more fun