by John McCutcheon
If I were a featherbed in your house so fine,
I'd wrap my arms around you tight, keep you warm in the wintertime...
And if I were a woolen rug a-sittin' in your front hall,
I'd reach right up and I'd tickle your toes if you stepped on me at all...
If I were an old banjo, felt your finger on my strings,
I'd play the sweetest little song that a banjo e'er did sing...
If I were a hair ribbon and my color it was blue,
I'd be ten times as beautiful because I'd be wearing you...
If I were a drop of rain trickling down your chin,
I'd run right up and kiss your lips, and kiss them twice again...
If I were a breath of wind on your cheeks as you walked by,
I'd pick you up upon my back and teach you how to fly...
If I were a featherbed in your house so fine,
I'd wrap my arms around you tight, keep you warm in the wintertime...
And if I were a woolen rug a-sittin' in your front hall,
I'd reach right up and I'd tickle your toes if you stepped on me at all...
If I were an old banjo, felt your finger on my strings,
I'd play the sweetest little song that a banjo e'er did sing...
If I were a hair ribbon and my color it was blue,
I'd be ten times as beautiful because I'd be wearing you...
If I were a drop of rain trickling down your chin,
I'd run right up and kiss your lips, and kiss them twice again...
If I were a breath of wind on your cheeks as you walked by,
I'd pick you up upon my back and teach you how to fly...
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Another favorite lullaby...
Here's a link in case you want to hear some of the melody...