作词 : Fine
FineWon'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,