Rock-a-by, Rock-a-by
Night has come to us
All the little ones
She lays down to sleep.
Beneath the window shivers The little cherry-tree,
Asks to come inside, Because winter's come.
Beneath the window shivers The little cherry-tree,
Asks to come inside, Because winter's come.
Rock-a-by, Rock-a-by
Close your eyes,
In a happy dream
You will warm up.
Go to the boy, dear cherry-tree,
In the cradle you will both be warm.
Go to the boy, dear cherry-tree,
In the cradle you will both be warm.
Rock-a-by, Rock-a-by
Night has come to us
For small children
It is time to sleep.
Grow up, boy, together with the cherry,
Let fate not hold grudges against you.
Grow up, boy, together with the cherry,
Let fate not hold grudges against you.