Lletres: Emmylou Harris. Golden Cradle.
Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee
Soft, thy mother's arms enfold thee
Fairest flowers are strew before thee
Sweet birds warble o'er thee
So sleep, my babe, and dream away sorrow
Peace until you wake tomorrow
I will guard thine infant slumber
Angels watch thy number
Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris