Crying, My Little One

Crying, My Little One - Natalie Merchant

Are you crying my little one

Footsore and weary

I must tramp on through the winter night dreary

Fall asleep pretty baby warm on my shoulder

While the snow falls upon me colder and colder

You are my dearest one I have not another

Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother

Sleep soft my darling my trouble and treasure

Dream of pretty things dream of your pleasure