tom waits
sing a song a sixpence
pocket full a rye
hush by my baby
no need to be cryin'
burn the midnight oil with me
as long as you wish
stare out at the moon
upon the window sill
and dream sing a song a sixpence
pocket full a wry
i tell you another story
tell you no lie
dew drops on the window sill
gum drops in your hair
your slippin into dreamland
your noddin' your head
oh dream
dream of west virginia
of the british isles
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
dream