Under the trees
In a hammock made of brilliant colored fabric
Threads of warp, woven woof
God and I rock to and fro
In the hammock of many colors
He covers me with His love
Of many colors and fragrances
“All the Pretty Horses” – a lullaby
God and I swing lightly in the hammock
Enjoying the fresh breeze
His touch upon my cheek
A caress of my Abba
We tip, we tilt
We rock and sway
Voices of angels ever near
Cradle us in
This color-woven hammock
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turn brass, Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat don’t pull, Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over, Papa’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won’t bark. Papa’s gonna to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down, Well you’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
And the sound of the wings of the cherubim was heard as far as the outer court,
like the voice of God Almighty when he speaks. Ezekiel 10:5