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
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, dream, dream
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