Jump, Little Children is one of those odd little bands that has a following of about a hundred people but just about every one of those hundred thinks it’s the best band ever.

I like them a lot, but I don’t feel the religious zeal of their most ardent fans. In fact, some of their songs I find downright annoying. In the way The Beatles used to let Ringo write and sing something every once in awhile, Jump, Little Children lets accordion player Matthew Bivins take center stage twice per album to do some sort of rap/modern jazz hybrid that really grates on me.

Yes, they have an accordion player.

Jump (as they later renamed themselves) has a unique lineup — guitar, bass, cello, accordion and drums. They throw in some harmonica and mandolin as well. It’s a great combination that has resulted in some very special songs that don’t sound quite like anything else out there.

The song I’ve chosen to highlight today, however, is very simple. Just lead singer Jay Clifford and an acoustic guitar. It’s a soft lullaby that could be directed to a child or a lover, and a favorite of mine.