Harry Nilsson - Lullaby in Ragtime

Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock
To a lullaby in ragtime?
Sleepy hands are creepin' 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-bye, my baby
Don't you cry, my baby
Sleepy-time is nigh
Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby?

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?