Harlem Lullaby Songtext
von Mildred Bailey

Out on Sugar Hill at the close of day
Mammy′s singin' her "Rondelay"
Not the cradle songs you have heard before
Just a plaintive song of Harlem lore

Folks livin′ up on Strivers' Row
Don't sing rock-a-byes no more
They chant "Hi-de-hi-de-ho" sweet and low

Now every little coal black robs
For he′s very old, he knows
A Harlem lullaby, lullaby


People say they pray in rhythm
And you could never say it′s wrong
Every day the Lord is with them
And life's a hallelujah song

Hearts burdened down and feelin′ pain
Always sing this healin' strain
A Harlem lullaby

There′s a choir that sings in Harlem
'Bout Gabriel and his golden horn
And it oft times reminds me
Of that great resurrection morn

They always praise the Lord above
Guess that′s why the white folks love
A Harlem lullaby