When I hear a baby cry,
I think of a lullaby—
a lullaby that seems to cling to me—
a lullaby my momma would sing to me.
You will close your eyes,
you will rest on my heart,
waiting for the sweet night.
While you will sleep,
while you will dream,
I will watch over you.
With this lullaby
I will caress you,
then stay with you.
You will close your eyes
and then, upon awakening,
you will find me next to you.
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Though I'm grown up today,
in my heart it will stay,
that lullaby that's so dear to me—
that lullaby my momma sang to me.