Hush now my little one,
Mama is here to wipe your tears.
Tell me, what ails you?
Tell Mama, please, dear…
With every tear you shed,
Mama will wipe it away,
Mama is here to wipe your tears.
Tell me, what ails you?
Tell Mama, please, dear…
With every tear you shed,
Mama will wipe it away,
Along with your fears.
Hush now my little one,
Mama will keep you from harm,
With a hug and love that will never be gone.
Hush now my little one.
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