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