Midnight lullabye

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, dream, dream