Who’s gonna tell me stories
Who’s gonna sing me songs
Who’s gonna kiss my pretty little cheek
Now that you have gone, Mama
Now that you have gone
Who’s gonna tuck me in my bed
Who will wake me in the morn
Who’s gonna hold my tiny little hand
Now that you have gone, Mama
Now that you have gone
The river will tell you stories
The wind will sing my songs
The rose will kiss your pretty little cheek
Now that I have gone, darling
Now that I have gone
The stars will tuck you in to bed
You’ll wake with the birds in the morn
But I’ll still hold your tiny little hand
Long after I’m gone, darling
Long after I’m gone
Hush, little baby
Don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna sing you
A lullaby