Rockabye Baby, But Make It Darker

Rock-a-bye, baby

On the treetop

When the wind blows

Your cradle will rock

And when the bough breaks

The cradle will fall

And no one will be there to catch you at all

The baby is drowsing

Cozy and fair

Mother sits near

In her rocking chair

And though the chair moves forward and back

Mama’s body lies there cold and slack

Hush a bye baby

Make no sound

For outside the garden walls

The demons prowl 

And if they hear as much as a cry

There won’t be any time to say goodbye