Hush-a-bye, ma baby, slumber
time is comin' soon;
Rest yo' head upon my breast,
while mommy hums a tune;
The sandman is callin', where
shadows are fallin',
While the soft breezes sigh as
in days long gone by.
Way
down in Missouri where I heard
this melody,
When I was a little child on my
mommy's knee;
The old folks were hummin',
their banjos were strummin'
So sweet and low.
Strum, strum, strum, strum,
strum,
Seems I hear those banjos playin'
once again,
Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum,
That same old plaintive strain.
Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum,
That same old plaintive strain.
Hear that mournful melody,
It just haunts you the whole day
long,
And you wander in dreams, back
to Dixie, it seems,
When you hear that old song.
Hush a-bye, my baby, go to sleep
on Mommy's knee,
Journey back to Dixieland in
dreams again with me;
It seems like your Mommy is
there again,
And the old folks were strummin'
that old refrain.
Way down in Missouri where I
learned this lullaby,
When the stars were blinkin' and
the moon was climbin' high,
Seems I hear voices low, as in
days long ago
Singin' hush a-bye.
