harry nilsson
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 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