text: Sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a rye
  Hush by my baby, no need to be cryin
  You can burn the midnight oil with me, as long as you wish
  Stare out at the moon, upon the windowsill
  And dream sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a wry
  I tell you another story, tell you no lie
  Dew drops on the window sill, gum drops in your hair
  Your slippin into dreamland, your noddin your head
  Oh dream
  So dream of West Virginia, of the British Isles
  When you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles
  When you are much older, remember when we sat
  At midnight on the windowsill and had this little chat
  And dream, dream honey, dream honey, dream