Rock the baby in the tree
I'm rocking you you're rocking me
When the wind starts blowing
I'll be cradled in your arms
In the morning when I wake
In the middle of the day
In the evening when I pray
I'll be cradled in your arms
If the cradle starts to sway
If you start to hear the people say
That our cradle's coming down
Don't listen to them- They'll come around
Rock the baby in the tree
I'm rocking you you're rocking me
When the wind starts blowing
I'll be cradled in your arms
In the winter we'll be warm
In the middle of a storm
Whether weary whether warm
I'll be cradled in your arms
If the cradle starts to sway
If you start to hear the people say
That our cradle's coming down
Don't listen to them- They'll come around
Rock the baby in the tree
I'm rocking you you're rocking me
When the wind starts blowing
I'll be cradled in your arms...