Tom Waits - Midnight Lullabye Lyrics
Sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a ryeHush by my baby, no need to be cryinBurn the midnight oil with me, as long as you wishStare out at the moon, upon the window sillAnd dream sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a wryI tell you another story, tell you no lieDew drops on the window sill, gum drops in your hairYour slippin into dreamland, your noddin your headOh dreamDream of west virginia, of the british islesWhen you are dreaming, you see for miles and milesWhen you are much older, remember when we satAt midnight on the windowsill, and had this little chatAnd dream, dream, dream, dream