Hush-a-bye, my baby, slumbertime is coming soon;
Rest your head upon my breast while Mommy hums a tune.
The sanman is calling where shadows are falling,
While the soft breezes sigh as in days long gone by.
Way down in Missouri, where I heard this melody.
When I was a happy youngster on my Mommy's knee,
The young folks were humming, their banjos were strumming so sweet and
low.
Strum, strum, strum, strum, strum; seems I hear those banjos playing
once again. Strum, strum, strum, strum, strum; seems I hear those banjos
playing once again.
Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, that same old plaintive strain.
Hear that mournful melody, it just haunts you the whole day long,
And you wander in dreams back to Dixie, it seems,
When you hear that old-time song.
Hush-a-bye, my baby, slumbertime is coming soon;
Rest your head upon my breast while Mommy hums a tune.
The sanman is calling where shadows are falling,
While the soft breezes sigh as in days long gone by.
Way down in Missouri, where I heard this melody.
When I was a happy youngster on my Mommy's knee,
The young folks were humming, their banjos were strumming so sweet and
low.
