Lullaby In Ragtime

FineWon't you play the music so the cradle can rock,

to a lullaby in ragtime.

Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock,

play a lullaby in ragtime.

You can tell the sandman is on his way,

by the way,

that they play,

As still, as the trill, of a thrush, in a twilight high.So you can hear the:-

Rhythm of the ripples on the side of the boat,as you sail away to dreamland.

High above the moon you hear a silvery note,

as the sandman takes your hand.

So rock-a-by my baby,

don't you cry my baby,

sleepy-time is nigh.

Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby,

So rock-a-by my baby,