Danny Kaye & Barbara Bel Geddes - Lullaby in ragtime
Tekst en muziek: Sylvia Fine
(1959)






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 hush
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-bye, my baby
Don’t you cry, my baby
Sleepy time is nigh
Won’t you rock me to a ragtime lullaby



Won’t you play the music so the cradle can rock
Goodnight
To a lullaby in ragtime
Time to call it a day
Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock
Sleep tight
Play a lullaby in ragtime
Dream your troubles away
You can tell the Sandman is on his way
Goodnight
In spite of any sorrow
By the way that they play
There’s a brand new day
As still as the trill of a thrush
In a twilight hush
On it’s way tomorrow
So you can hear



The rhythm of the ripples on the side of the boat
Someday
As you sail away to dreamland
All your dreams will come true
High above the moon you hear a silvery note
Someway
As the Sandman takes your hand
For me and you
So rock-a-bye, my baby
So close your eyes
Don’t you cry, my baby
And dream of it, my darling
Sleepy time is nigh
Won’t you rock me to a ragtime lullaby
Till then goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight









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