Lyrics

Lullaby, lullaby
The boy wants a lullaby,
The mother's son,
Who although small will grow.

Oh, go to sleep my dearest,
Your father is coming home,
Full of so much joy.

Oh, oh my lady open,
Open the door,
I come home tired,
From plowing the fields.

Oh, I won't open them,
You don't come home tired,
You've just come back,
From seeing your new lover.

Lullaby, lullaby
The boy wants a lullaby,
The mother's son,
Who although small will grow.

Oh, go to sleep my dearest,
Your father is coming home,
Full of so much joy.