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
