All the World Loves to Hear Mothers Sing

See the mother bird tenderly singing,
Away in the treetop high,
Where her cozy nest is gently swinging,
In time to her lullaby.
Hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
In their cradles the babies swing,
Hush-a-bye, lullaby,
All the world loves to hear mothers sing.

Hear the good night song tenderly falling,
O’er cradles where babies sleep,
Where, in love, a prayer softly is calling,
That angels, their watch will keep.
Hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
In their cradles the babies swing,
Hush-a-bye, lullaby,
All the world loves to hear mothers sing.

See the stars, their watch steadily keeping,
O’er birdies and babies fair;
All night long, while dear babies are sleeping,
They’re safe in the Father’s care.
Hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
In their cradles the babies swing,
Hush-a-bye, lullaby,
All the world loves to hear mothers sing.