Words and Music By: Wm. G. Dietrich
Adapted By: Terry Kluytmans
Copyright © 2000

Play Song
Rock-a-bye, baby,
The moon is your cradle,
A white, shiny cradle,
Swung up in the sky;
The clouds are your pillows,
So soft and so fluffy,
The bright stars are night lights;

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Oh, blue eyes so drowsy,
For playtime is over
And sleeptime is nigh;
The Sandman is coming
To lead you to Dreamland,
So hush now, my darling,

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