Gentle breezes blow...thy Mother shakes the dreamland
tree, and softly the dreams...they do fall.

Lullaby, silver wings in the sky...melodic and majestic as they pass by.
Mother's arms shall be your rest...to cradle thee, as kitty sleeps nearby.

Hush- a- bye, rock- a- bye...o'er cradles where babies sleep...when
Angels do their bidding on their watchful keep.

Hush now..don't you cry, the sandman comes...little grains of sand,
sweet dreams to you...sleep, baby...sleep.