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 window-sill 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 Vir-ginia, or of the British Isles.

‘Cos when you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles.

When you are much older, re-member when we sat.

At midnight on the window-sill and had this little chat…

And dream..      .

Come on and dream,

Come on and dream.

And dream..      .

And dream..      .

Come on and dream.