Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye baby. Go to sleep my darling, close your little eyes. Angels are above us, peeping through the skies. Your tears are pain I cannot wash away. Look at me sweet thing, look at me. The sky has rained fire and thunder and torn us asunder. Care you know not, therefore sleep, while I over you watch do keep. Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby. Close your little green eyes. I'll hold you here in this ruined life, I'll hold you here under the black clouds. The black sign. The world has crumbled. Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight. With lilies, oh dearest Lily, over spread is baby's wee bed. Lay thee down now and rest, may your slumber be blessed.

The trails of salt tread down your cheek, you cry and cry for something you're not sure you lost. Can you feel this so young? Can you know what was taken from you this treacherous night? Hush, little baby, don't say a word. I'm gonna buy you a mockingbird. The house, destroyed, digs at my sides and into my legs. The ash around us falls like snow. I did my best to save you, child. Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so. An ache like fire burns in my chest, my heart. An ache, I know your little one echoes. They left us. Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down. Oh, please sleep little savior, I cannot bare you to see this disaster. The blood. The lost. The vacant stares. My eyes are closed and my mind is screaming. The drowsy, budding branch let's fall an air that seems to call: Sleep a while, sleep a while, my child, sleep a while. The birds that sang so bravely are silent in the nest. The sun itself has gravely found pillows in the west.

You have no more to fear my little one. You have taken your vengeance for what was consumed this night. The Dark Lord is gone far away now. No more harm can come to you tonight, my sweet little boy. And if that mockingbird won't sing, I'm gonna buy you a diamond ring. God is in his heaven, and he watch doth keep. Time for little children to go to sleep. So close those wide, scared green eyes. Shut out the morbid scene. Loose it from your memory, little baby boy. Remembering these deaths will only bring you sadness. Golden slumber kiss your eyes. Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, pretty baby, do not cry, and I'll sing you a lullaby.

Silver and gold, silver and gold. Build it up with silver and gold. You are so precious, little child. You are the world, you are now my everything. I will do all that I can. I will rock you here in my arms until this horrible night passes. I will show you a better world tomorrow. One that rejoices and one that loves. Hush, hush. Your cries are so wrenching. I know you call out for those limp arms that lay in the gravel. I know you want to hear those sweet voices that are so very silent. I can do nothing to bring them back, sweet child. I can only hold you and hold myself. Lullaby and good night, thy mother's delight. Bright angels beside my darling abide, they will guard thee at rest, thou shall wake on my breast.

The fires have died down, little one. The fires are gone. The mark in the sky had vanished, sweet. There are only stars and smoldering smoke. The flowers are all sleeping safe in their starlit beds, and as the moon comes creeping, they nod their fragrant heads. Around us the crushing silence finally lifts. Hush, hush. I hear them coming. My tears are staining your little clothes. Needles and pins, needles and pins. Build it up with needles and pins. They sting so much, escaping from my clenched eyes. I am holding you too tight, my little boy. The sharp reality is far too clear. This night will last an eternity. The Sandman comes in gliding up to each sleepyhead to see if someone's hiding who should have gone to bed and when a yawning child he spies, he drops sand in his eyes. No sand is there, sweet, no sand is there. Dirt, ash, and blood will have to do. I am not the sandman nor am I your sweet, sweet father but I will have to do as well. Sleep a while, sleep a while, my child, sleep a while.

Oh, lord what have I done? The walls of your home, of your life, have been torn down with bitter betrayal. We can rebuild, my little boy, yes, we can, do not cry. They are only stones. Your little hands they reach and catch my falling grief. They are only stones. Good night, sleep tight, wake up bright in the morning light to do what's right with all your might.

Bend and break, bend and break. Pins and needles bend and break. Hush, hush. I am here. I will love you with all of my heart. I will give you all that I can, every day, little baby. Wood and clay, wood and clay. Build it up with wood and clay. We'll hid here with the broken boughs and scorched earth. We'll play it safe. I won't ever let you fall. Wood and clay will wash away.

They took away your foundations. They took away your everything. The tears you weep are not for the pain of the lightning seared wound, but for the life you lost. For the family they ripped away from you. But they didn't take everything away, did they? They didn't take me and I will never let go, sweet love.

Stone so strong, stone so strong. Build it up with stone so strong, Last so long, last so long.

Stone so strong will last so long.

Hush, hush. I will rock you here.

"Sirius, let me take him."

Boughs and giants' hands a cradle make.

"Please Sirius, I need to take him to Dumbledore, now."

And when they break.

"Alright Hagrid, alright. Take care of him."

And when they break.

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