Dictionary For Dads

Lay down my child may you sleep the night,

May your ship of dreams be a sailors delight,

Close your eyes and give thanks and pray,

For we have been blessed with another day,

May the moon glow over your journey tonight,

As you wake the  birds will chirp with delight, 

All night, all day, angels watching over me, my Lord.
All night, all day, angels watching over me.Sun is a-setting in the West; angels watching over me, my Lord.                
Sleep my child, take your rest; angels watching over me. All night, all day, angels watching over me, my Lord.
All night, all day, angels watching over me.

Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night;
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night.

Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night

While the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird,

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Daddys gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Daddy's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Daddy's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,
Daddy's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Daddy's going to buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Daddy's going to buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again

Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

Baby is drowsing, cozy and fair
Father sits near, in his rocking chair
Forward and back, the cradle it swings
And though baby sleeps, she hears what he sings

From the high rooftops, down to the sea
No one's as dear, as baby to me
Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright
Now sound asleep, until morning light.