Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby
At the gates of heaven they sell shoes
For the little barefoot angels
No one has told you that no dream
Knows about hours or time, or has an owner
And the sad rain falls down to look at you
Behind every raindrop there’s an angel looking at you
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby
(Lullaby, lullaby)
Lullaby