It’s a hand-me-down, hand-me-down
Handed to me
By my grandmother’s grandma
And her family
A couple of verses of sweet melody
To sing all our babies to sleep
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la
So when it’s dreamtime, my darlin’
I’ll turn off the lights
While you close your sleepy blue eyes
And like my mother before me
I’ll sing you to sleep
To the wild pony lullaby
See ’em dancin’ and prancin’
And whirlin’s around on your eyelids
Behind you closed eyes
It’s the dreamworld you find
When you follow the sound
Of the wild pony lullaby
No one knows where it came from
But i’d like to believe
That the angels were listenin’
One dark winter’s eve
To a cold westbound wagon
And a small baby’s cries
That they sent this ol’ song to relieve
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la
It’s a hand-me-down, hand-me-down handed to me
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