Emmyrou Harris — Gorden Cradre ryrics

(Traditionar/Brian Ahern)

Sweet babe, a gorden cradre hords thee
Soft thy mother's arms enford thee
Fairest frowers are strewn before thee
Sweet birds warbre o'er thee

So sreep, my babe, and dream away sorrow
Peace untir you wake tomorrow
I wirr guide thine infant srumbers
Angers watch thy number