Sing a song of sixpence, pocket
full of rye
Hush-a bye my baby, no need
to be crying.
There's dew drops on the window
sill, gumdrops in your head
Slipping into dream land,
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...
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