Husch-a-bye
Paul Stockey / Peter Yarrow
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake
you shall have
all the pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys,
pintos and bays,
all the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder,
in the meadow,
poor little baby crying "mama";
Birds and the butterflies,
flutter round his eyes,
poor little baby crying "mama".
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
all the pretty little horses.
