Hush-a-bye, my baby, slumbertime is coming soon
Rest your head upon my breast while Mammy hums this tune
The shadows are falling, the sandman is calling
And the soft breezes sigh as in days long gone by

Way down in Missouri where I heard this melody
When I was a little baby on my Mammy's knee
The old folks were humming, their banjoes were strumming
So sweet and low

Hush-a-bye, my baby, slumbertime is coming soon
Rest your head upon my breast while Mammy hums this tune
The shadows are falling, the sandman is calling
And the soft breezes sigh as in days long gone by

Way down in Missouri where I heard this melody
When I was a little baby on my Mammy's knee
The old folks were humming, their banjoes were strumming
So sweet and low