I adored The Three o'Clock Lullaby (and its lush instrumental follow-up) before I listened into (/read into) the lyrics, but let me tell you, once I did...
I didn't get the last line right, it's still a little off. I'll come back and edit it after I figure it out. Gotta first await the eventual, inevitable hit of TSE (Translator's Sudden Epiphany). Can't rush that, just have to listen more — as if I needed more excuses to play Tropical Dandy, ha!
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Dream thee now, here on my lap
while an old record is playing.
And you, wind;
and you, light, too:
passing by outside my window.
It's the three o'clock lullaby you're hearing.
Until someone knocks on the door,
we'll stuff this magic bottle
full of tea
and full of stories
underneath a cold tin roof.
When we've talked over the town gossip
and when we've sung along to that hit song
even though it's popular,
tell me more about the dream
you dreamed last night.
Your words will be my lullaby.
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