Saturday, 5 March 2011

Hush Now Little Baby

Hush now little baby,

Brush those tears away,

The sun is shining down on you,

To warm you all the day,

The green grass is your carpet,

The ceiling is the sky,

The blankets are the soft white clouds,

Floating up so high,

The robin sings a special song,

To lull you fast asleep,

The breeze is whispering pleasant dreams,

Yours alone to keep...