Midnight Lullaby کے بول

Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will Stare out at the moon upon the windowsill, and dream... 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...