From the recording Fertile Ground
My earliest musical memories are of my dad singing me to sleep. This lullaby is one his mother sang to him. Dad sang this and other lullabies with such love and tenderness to me, I shall never forget them.
The North Wind Doth Blow
The north wind doth blow and we will have snow
What will the robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in the barn and keep himself warm
And hide his head under his wings, poor thing
Old English Lullaby