Cradle and All

It's time I sing this song for her;
She never sang for me
The one about the child falling from the family tree.
It's not like she didn't love me,
No, that I'd never believe.
It was just so hard for her to give
And even harder to receive.
So hush, o hush, don't you cry,
I'm singing to you this lullaby.
So tiny, so fragile,
Where once you stood tall.
So, hush, o hush, don't you fret,
Your melody isn't over yet.
And I will forgive you
As you will forget
Or down will come baby, cradle and all
Down will come baby, cradle and all
It's time I wrote that song for him;
He couldn't write for me.
He was not the type to jump for joy,
Hand out cigars for free.
It's not like he didn't love me,
No, that I couldn't conceive.
There are many ways a man can stay
And many ways that he can leave.
So hush, o hush, don't you cry,
I'm writing this simple lullaby,
The girl in the doorway
Who's bouncing the ball.
O hush, o hush, don't you fear,
For if you are far or if you're near
Pretend that you're here now
To sing in my ear,
"Or down will come baby, cradle and all
Down will come baby, cradle and all"
It's time I wrote a song for her
Who hovers like a dream between the hill and there.
It's time I wrote a song for him
Who vanished like a moonbeam in the floodlight's glare,
To who knows where.
So hush, o hush, don't you cry,
I'm singing to you this lullaby.
The house has a window
where there was a wall.
O hush, o hush, don't be scared
I know that you tried, I know you cared.
Let's put it behind us,
That noise in the hall.
Or down will come baby, cradle and all
Or down will come baby, cradle and all
Cradle and all