Rock-a-bye, baby,
Your cradle is green;
Father’s a nobleman,
Mother’s a queen;
And Sarah’s a lady,
She wears a gold ring;
And Johnny’s a drummer,
He drums for the King.
Sarah’s a lady,
She wears a gold ring;
Johnny’s a drummer
And drums for the King.
Rock-a-Bye, Baby, Your Cradle is Green
