Wont you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea Hide behind the cherry blossoms heres a sight that will please your eyes Theres a baby with a lady of Japan singing lullabies Night winds breath her sighs heres the Japanese Just as silent as we came well leave the land of the painted fan Wander lightly or youll wake the little people of old Japan May repose and pleasant dreaming be their share while the hours are small Like an echo of the song I hear the Japanese Sandman Call new days near for all heres the Japanese Sandman sneaking on with the dew just an old second hand man Hell buy your old day from you He will take every sorrow of the day that is through And hell give you tomorrow just to start a life anew Then youll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake And youll be a bit bolder with the new day you make Heres the Japanese Sandman trade him silver for gold Just an old second hand man trading new days for old
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