Hush, little baby,
don’t you cry.
Don’t listen to this twisted lullaby.
You don’t need to know about the bodies on the ground.
So go to sleep now,
don’t make a sound.
You don’t need to know what’s happened today.
You’ll know when you’re older,
don’t be afraid.
You don’t need to know why the people have gone.
They’re in Heaven now,
that’s where they belong.
Someday you’ll know, I’ll tell you somehow.
But trust me ‘til then,
I’m your mother now.
Trust me, I’ll protect you, I’ll never let you go.
So don’t say a word,
keep your voice low.
Listen when I say that we’ll be okay.
But the sky’s growing dark,
there’s nothing left to say.
So hush, little baby,
close your eyes.
Don’t listen to this twisted lullaby.