Crying, My Little One Natalie Merchant (Ft. Lúnasa)

[Verse]
Are you crying, my little one, footsore and weary?
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary
Fall asleep, pretty baby, warm on my shoulder
When the snow falls on me colder and colder

[Verse]
You are my dearest one, I have no other
Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother
Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure
Dream of pretty things, dream of your pleasure