Lullaby In Ragtime

Won'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,