If you could only hear. The silent screams. When you wake them up. From their dreams. Nothing is heard. Not even a. Even a. Even a word. Rock a bye baby. On the tree top. When the bough breaks. The cradle will fall. Rock rock rock a bye baby. Rock rock rock bye bye. And if they had. Any chance at all. You still can't hear. Those voices that call. And when the bough breaks. The cradle will. Cradle will. Cradle will fall.