Sun is shining warm on the meadow. Tree begun
  Baby in the cradle, Cradle filled with love
  Mama smiling warm on the cradle from above

  Someday my baby be a giant man
  Trees stretch clear up to the sky
  Me all rest in the shade of it
  Rest in the roots when I die
  Oh Lord I pray you help me
  Help me make him good
  Never make me sorry that he was born
  I can see it me in the shade of the acorn tree
  He and his woman sitting side of me
  And maybe my baby with an acorn of his own