natalie merchant
crying, my little one
Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder I must tramp on through the winter night dreary While the snow falls on me colder and colder You are my one, and I have not another Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure