Lullaby in Ragtime - Nilsson

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 the: —

Rhythm 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