Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top
When the wind blows, the chickens will squawk
When the bough brakes, the chickens will flee,
But still, little baby, you'll be with me.

Sleep, little baby, in the tree tops,
Don't be afraid of little raindrops,
When the clouds brake, the sun will shine through,
'Til then, little baby, reach for the truth.

Rock-a-bye baby...