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 dreamSing 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 dreamDream 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 chatAnd dream, come on and dream, come on and dream

And dream, and dream, come on dream