ZIRA: Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a king
KOVU: Good night...
ZIRA: Good night, my little prince. Tomorrow, your training intensifies.
ZIRA: I've been exiled, persucuted 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 knows it's petty But I hate to let them live
NUKA: So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree
ZIRA: 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
Scar is gone... but Zira's still around To love this little lad Till he learns to be a killer With a lust for being bad!
NUKA: Sleep, ya little termite! Uh-- I mean, precious little thing!
VITANI: One day when you're big and strong
ZIRA: You will be a king!
The pounding of the drums of war The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar
NUKA: The joy of vengeance
ZIRA: I can hear the cheering
NUKA and VITANI: Kovu! What a guy!
ZIRA: Payback time is nearing And then our flag will fly Against a blood-red sky That's my lullaby!