Russian Lullaby
Every night, the air cool, a Russian lullaby,
Just a plain little tune, when baby starts to cry.
Rock-a-bye my baby, somewhere there may be
A land that's free for you and me, and a Russian lullaby.
Every night, the air cool, a Russian lullaby,
Just a plain little tune, when baby starts to cry.
Rock-a-bye my baby, somewhere there may be
A land that's free for you and me, and a Russian lullaby.
A land that's free for you and me, and a Russian lullaby.
Writer/s: Berlin
