cleaning and scrubbing can wait ’till tomorrow.
for babies grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow.
so quiet down cobwebs.
dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby
and babies don’t keep.
you’re my bread, when I’m hungry.
you’re my shelter from the troubled winds.
you’re my anchor, in life’s ocean.
but most of all, you’re my best friend.
