Mama Cass's Lullaby

Hush now, baby, don't you cry. I'll rock your cradle long into the night Just put your tiny hand in mine And everything will be alright. Soft rock plays, no lullabies, Your mama likes her music, dear, Psychedelic circadian rhythms play Reminding her of a bygone year. Simpler times, but much more fun Times gone by, so long ago Misspent youths learning how to thrive An era past that you'll never know. So hush now, my pretty baby, please Let me banish every errant tear Listen to these trippy beats And let them carry you away, my dear. To a land of tangerine trees Oh, to a land of marmalade skies Where nothing really has to make sense And yet nobody wonders why. Well, we did some things we shouldn't have done Kids will be kids, after all But we lived through it with stories to tell Refusing to become another brick in the wall. Sleep now, baby, drift away I'll rock your cradle long into the night Just put your tiny hand in mine And everything will be alright.