"Rockaby, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen." Rockaby, lullaby, all the day long, Down to the land of the lullaby song. Babyland never again will be thine, Land of all mystery, holy, divine, Motherland, otherland, Wonderland, underland, Land of a time ne'er again to be seen; Flowerland, bowerland, Airyland, fairyland, Rockaby, baby, thy cradle is green. Rockaby, baby, thy mother will keep Gentle watch over thine azure-eyed sleep; Baby can't feel what the mother-heart knows. Throbbing its fear o'er your quiet repose. Mother-heart knows how baby must fight Wearily on through the fast-coming night; Battle unending, Honor defending, Baby must wage with the power unseen. Sleep now, O baby dear! God and thy mother near; Rockaby, baby, thy cradle is green. Rockaby, baby, the days will grow long; Silent the voice of the mother-love song; Bowed with sore burdens the man-life must own, Sorrows that baby must bear all alone. Wonderland never can come back again; Thought will come soon--and with reason comes pain. Sorrowland, motherland, Drearyland, wearyland, Baby and heavenland lying between. Smile, then, in motherland, Dream in the otherland, Rockaby, baby, thy cradle is green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS THE PASSIONS: AN ODE FOR MUSIC by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND OMNES EODEM COGIMUR by AMMIANUS THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD |