| It’s time I sing this song for her she never sang for me
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| The one about the child falling from the family tree
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| It’s not like she didn’t love me, no, that I’d never believe
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| It was just so hard to give and even harder to receive
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| So hush, oh hush, don’t you cry
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| I’m singing to you this lullaby
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| So tiny, so fragile, where once you stood tall
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| Oh hush, oh hush, don’t you fret
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| Your melody isn’t over yet
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| And I will forgive you, as you will forget
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| Or down will come baby, cradle and all
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| Down will come baby, cradle and all
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| It’s time I wrote that song for him he couldn’t write for me
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| He was not the type to jump for joy, hand out cigars for free
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| It’s not like he didn’t love, no, that I’d couldn’t conceive
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| There are many ways a man can stay
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| And many ways that he can leave
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| So hush, oh hush, don’t you cry
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| I’m writing this simple lullaby
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| The girl in the doorway who’s bouncing the ball
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| Oh hush, oh hush, don’t you fear
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| For if you are far, or if you’re near
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| Pretend that you’re here now to sing in my ear
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| Or down will come baby, cradle and all
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| Down will come baby, cradle and all
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| It’s time I wrote a song for her
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| Who hovers like a dream between the here and there
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| It’s time I wrote a song for him
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| Who vanished like a moonbeam in the floodlight’s glare
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| To who knows where
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| So hush, oh hush, don’t you cry
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| I’m singing this simple lullaby
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| The house has a window where there was a wall
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| Oh hush, oh hush, don’t be scared
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| I know that you tried, I know cared
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| Let’s put it behind us, that noise in the hall
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| Or down will come baby, cradle and all
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| Or down will come baby, cradle and all
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| Cradle and all |