Numbers from ten to one are part of this lullaby which observes the room of a little girl going to bed.

In this variation on the classic lullaby, a mother soothes her child to sleep with the promise of such things as a quilt, a banjo tune, and the sights and sounds of nature.

It is bedtime, but Cooper is not ready to climb into his mother's pouch and go to sleep until they enjoy some lullabies.

A traditional lullaby presented with music, a note on the origin of the song, and pastel illustrations which reflect its possible connection to slaves in the American South.

This sweet little tale is based on a beautiful lullaby sung by a parent to a child, as a gentle reminder to children of just how much they are loved by their earthly parents, as well as their heavenly Father.

As the sun slowly fades and the soft, silver moon rises, the baby animals are snuggling down to sleep while their mommies watch over them.

With loving words, a mother bat lulls her baby to sleep.

"This beautiful bedtime poem, written by acclaimed Inuit throat singer Celina Kalluk, describes the gifts given to a newborn baby by all the animals of the Arctic. Lyrically and tenderly told by a mother speaking to her own little "Kulu," an Inuktitut term of endearment often bestowed upon babies and young children, this visually stunning book is infused with the traditional Inuit values of love and respect for the land and its animal inhabitants."--...

A boy and his father are banished because the father, a magician, has a habit of making things vanish. But when the monster Abiyoyo appears . . . the boy plays a song on his ukelele to make the monster dance; then the father makes Abiyoyo disappear, and all is forgiven. The charm of this . . . lies in Seeger's wry understatement coupled with Hays' outstanding illustrations . . . The song, with music, is included

As children prepare for bed, the world around them is also settling down for the night. Through the seasons, animals who live in the jungle, the forest, and the sea all whisper to their babies, and to yours, a soft refrain: "It's time to sleep, my love."