Lyrics

Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a king! I've been exiled, persecuted Left alone with no defense When I think of what that brute did I get a little tense But I dream a dream so pretty That I don't feel so depressed 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest The sound of Simba's dying gasp His daughter squealing in my grasp His lionesses' mournful cry That's my lullaby! Now the past I've tried forgetting And my foes I could forgive Trouble is, I know it's petty But I hate to let them live So I found myself somebody Who'll chase Simba up a tree Oh, the battle may be bloody But that kind of works for me The melody of angry growls A counterpoint of painful howls A symphony of death, oh my! That's my lullaby! Sleep, ya little termite! Uh—I mean, precious little thing One day when you're big and strong You will be a king The pounding of the drums of war! The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar! The joy of vengeance! Testify! I can hear the cheering "Kovu! What a guy!" Payback time is nearing And then our flag will fly Against a blood-red sky That's my lullaby!