When the wind blows the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall

But Mother will catch you cradle and all

Baby is drowsy cosy and fair

Mother sits near in her rocking chair

Forward and back the cradle she swings

Though baby sleeps he hears what she sings

From the high rooftops down to the sea

No one's as dear as baby to me

Wee little fingers eyes wide and bright

Now sound asleep until morning light