midnight lullaby

sing a song of sixpence

pocket full of rye

hush-a bye my baby

no need to be crying. you can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will

stare out at the moon upon the windowsill

and dream. sing a song of sixpence

pocket full of rye

hush-a bye my baby

no need to be crying. there's dew drops on the window sill

gumdrops in your head

slipping into dream land

you're nodding your head

so dream. dream of west virginia

or of the british isles

'cause when you are dreaming

you see for miles and miles. when you are much older

remember when we sat

at midnight on the windowsill

and had this little chat

and dream

come on and dream

come on and dream

and dream

and dream.