Angels to watch over you

When you go to bed at night

And you turn off all your lights;

In the dark and out of sight,

There's angels to watch over you.

Later on when you've gone to sleep,

Take me off to the land of dreams;

Guarding you and your family,

Angels to watch over you.

God sends his angels to watch over you,

And give you love to see you through.

There's angels to watch over you.

And if far away from home

And you feel like you're on your own;

No need to worry, you're not alone,

There's angels to watch over you.

When it seems like no-one cares,

Just remember who hears your prayers;

Right beside you, they're always there,

Angels to watch over you.

God sends his angels to watch over you,

And give you love to see you through,

There's Angels to watch over you.

God sends his angels to watch over you,

And give you love to see you through,

Angels to watch over you.

Watching you

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Rock a bye baby

Rock -a-bye baby, on the tree top.

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall

And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Hush a bye baby, up in the sky,

On a soft cloud tis easy to fly;

When the clouds burst the raindrops will fall

And down will come baby to mother once more.

Rock-a-by baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall

And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Rock -a-bye baby, on the tree top.

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall

And down will come baby, cradle and all

Down will come baby to mother once more.

Baa, Baa Black Sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir,
Three bags full;
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
and one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir,
Three bags full;
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
and one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Nursery Rhyme - Away in the Manger

Away in a manger,

No crib for a bed,

The little Lord Jesus

Lay down his sweet head;

The stars in the bright sky

Look down where he lay,

The little Lord Jesus

A - sleep in the hay.

The cattle are lowing,

the Baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus,

no crying He makes;

I love Thee, Lord Jesus,

Look down from the sky

And stay by my cradle,

Till morning is nigh.

The cattle are lowing,

the Baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus,

no crying He makes;

I love Thee, Lord Jesus,

Look down from the sky

And stay by my cradle,

Till morning is nigh.