Rock-a-bye, baby,
On the treetop,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock,
If the bough breaks
The cradle will fall,
But Mama will catch you,
Cradle and all.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Up in the sky,
On a soft cloud
It's easy to fly.
Angels keep watch
O'er you as you sleep,
So hush-a-bye, baby,
Don't make a peep.

(See also: Versions 1 and 2)