rockabye baby,
on the tree tops,
with wings of angels,
and the way sinners forgot,
the way this young lady grew old and formed a kingdom from knots,
with prayers that hung by silk thread and black dots,
spun by her hands rocking cradles,
she raised children big and strong,
rockabye baby,
now we rock you to your womb,
your tomb we lay you to rest,
in honey and flowers,
and la ilaha illal lah