A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting-
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the quay.
The winds of night so softly are sighing
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave goodbye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.
Dedicado a mi madre. Todas las noches antes de dormir me la cantaba
mientras me acunaba en sus brazos.
Gracias por tu legado de dulzura.
Dedicado a todas la mujeres; quienes siempre, de una forma o de otra, son madres.
Dedicado a lo femenino en todo que eternamente crea, revitaliza y cuida.
Hoy te la canto a ti.
RSB
