Every night, the air cool, a Russian lullaby, Just a plain little tune, when baby starts to cry. Rock-a-bye my baby, somewhere there may be A land that's free for you and me, and a Russian lullaby. Every night, the air cool, a Russian lullaby, Just a plain little tune, when baby starts to cry. Rock-a-bye my baby, somewhere there may be A land that's free for you and me, and a Russian lullaby. A land that's free for you and me, and a Russian lullaby.