Won't you play the misic so the cradle can rock to a LULLABY IN RAGTIME. Sleepy hands are creepin' to the end of the clock, play a LULLBY 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 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 rack a bye, my baby, Don't you cry my baby, sleepy time is night, Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullby.
