Midnight Lullaby

(One, two, three, four)

Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye

Hush-a-bye my baby, no need to be cryin'

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, a pocket full of rye

Hush-a-bye my baby, no need to be cryin'

There's dew drops on the windowsill, and gumdrops in your head

You're slipping into dreamland, 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

Come on and dream