Danny Kaye
Lullaby in Ragtime
Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock,To a lullaby in ragtime.Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock,Play a lullaby in ragtime.You can tell the sandman is on his way,By the way,That they play,As still, as the trill, of a thrush, in a twilight high.So you can hear theRhythm of the ripples on the side of the boat,As you sail away to dreamland.High above the moon you hear a silvery note,As the sandman takes your hand.So rock-a-by my baby,Don't you cry my baby,Sleepy-time is nigh.Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby,So rock-a-by my baby,Don't you cry my baby,Sleepy-time is nigh.Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby,
From Letras Mania