LULLABY, LULLABY, LULLABY

Lulla, lulla, lulla, lulla, bye, bye.
Don’t you want the moon to play with.
And the stars to run away with. They’ll come if you don’t cry.

Lulla, lulla, lulla, lulla, bye, bye.
In your mama’s arms asleeping.
While moon beams slowly creep in. Singing lulla, lulla, lulla, lulla, by.

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