Top 20 lullabies with lyrics

Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat.

Lullaby, and good night, with roses bedight, With lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed. Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed, Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed.

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

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby: Rock them, rock them, lullaby.

Sleep, baby, sleep, Thy father watches the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down fall the little dreams on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night; Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber steeping, I my loving vigil keeping All through the night.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Rock-a-bye, baby, on the treetop, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green; When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen.

Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting, Gone to get a rabbit skin To wrap the baby bunting in.

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, "Are the children all in bed, for now it's eight o'clock?"