слова песни Tom Waits - Midnight Lullaby
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying.
You can burn the midnight oil with me
as long as you will
Stare out at the moon
upon the windowsill, and dream...
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying.
There's dew drops on the window sill,
gumdrops in your head
Slipping into dream land,
you're nodding your head, so dream...
Dream of West Virginia, or of the British Isles
'Cause when you are dreaming,
you see for miles and miles.