Lullaby in Ragtime (Harry Nilsson)

Disclaimer: I do not own this.

Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock
To a lullabye in ragtime?
Sleepy hands are creeping towards the end of the clock
To 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 the thrush
In the 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;
Sleepytime is nigh.
Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby?