There is only one lullaby that I remember my parents singing to me. The music still comforts me when I hear it. As I remember they never put me to bed as a couple. However, each one of them would sing “Rock-a-bye Baby in the Tree Top” to me until I was age four. Now, as I think with the mind of a parent, I probably insisted upon it or possibly whined if it wasn’t sung. That song was a joyful part of my younger life.
The lyrics which follow are NOT comforting in the least. However, it was the gentleness, the sweetness, the caring of the singing from each parent that comforted me. Here are the dreadful words of the first verse—the only one I think I ever heard.
Rock-a-bye, baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
I sang this song once to my daughter, immediately became creeped out by it, apologized to her and promised to never sing it to her again.