Are you crying, my little one
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Footsore and weary
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I must tramp on through the winter night dreary
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Fall asleep, pretty baby, warm on my shoulder
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While the snow falls upon me colder and colder
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You are my dearest one, I have not another
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Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,
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Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure
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Dream of pretty things, dream of your pleasure
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Crying, My Little One
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| Natalie Merchant |
