Midnight Lullabye - Tom Waits

    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


    Marco Giunco
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