Hush, my little one; you must be exhausted.
Sleep, my little KovuLet your dreams take wingOne day when you're big and strongYou will be a king
I've been exiled, persucutedLeft alone with no defenseWhen I think of what that brute didI get a little tense
But I dream a dream so prettyThat I don't feel so depressed'Cause it soothes my inner kittyAnd it helps me get some rest
The sound of Simba's dying gaspHis daughter squealing in my graspHis lionesses' mournful cryThat's my lullaby
Now the past I've tried forgettingAnd my foes I could forgiveTrouble is I knows it's pettyBut I hate to let them live
So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growlsA counterpoint of painful howlsA symphony of death, oh my!That's my lullaby
Scar is gone... but Zira's still aroundTo love this little ladTill he learns to be a killerWith a lust for being bad!
Sleep, ya little termite!Uh-- I mean, precious little thing!One day when you're big and strongYou will be a king!
The pounding of the drums of warThe thrill of Kovu's mighty roar
The joy of vengeanceTestify!I can hear the cheeringKovu! What a guy!
Payback time is nearingAnd then our flag will flyAgainst a blood-red skyThat's my lullaby!