• Hush little child,
    dont you cry,
    you can wake
    when the sunshines,
    dream of birds
    and blue skies,
    dream of birds and butterflies.

    i'll hold your hand,
    all through the rain,
    i'll hold you close,
    to numb the pain,
    just dream of birds,
    in blue skies,
    dream of birds and butterflies,

    hold your breath,
    and close your eyes,
    count to three,
    but be advises,
    the train leaves soon,
    don't get left behind,
    for a place of green meadows,
    and open skies,
    were theres nothing bad;
    sorrow say good-bye,
    weres theres nothing...
    but birds and butterflies