Hush-a-bye, Baby,
On the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall,
Down will come baby,
And cradle, and all…
… I’m standing here! On the mountain high,
Gentle breeze kissing goodbye
Feeling so hot, burning inside
Wanna cry, there is no shoulder insight
Wondering when, when the laughter had died
The sky is clear, the moon is bright
I’m standing outside heaven’s door
Knocking it down, crying ‘Let me inside’!!!
Hush Hush baby, the cradle will fall.
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