Tumble Bee

Shadows slowly creeping Down the prairie trail Everything is sleeping Ah, but the nightingale Moon will soon be climbing In the purple sky Night winds all a-humming This tender lullaby Cares of the day have fled My little sleepyhead The stars are in

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep my little baby When you wake, you shall see Coach and six-a-little horses Blacks and bays, dapples and grays All the pretty little horses Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep my little baby When you wake, you sh