| Won’t you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me
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| Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea
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| Hide behind the cherry blossoms here’s a sight that will please your eyes
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| There’s a baby with a lady of Japan singing lullabies
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| Night winds breath her sighs here’s the Japanese
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| Just as silent as we came we’ll leave the land of the painted fan
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| Wander lightly or you’ll wake the little people of old Japan
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| May repose and pleasant dreaming be their share while the hours are small
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| Like an echo of the song I hear the Japanese Sandman
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| Call new days near for all here’s the Japanese
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| Sandman sneaking on with the dew just an old second hand man
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| He’ll buy your old day from you
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| He will take every sorrow of the day that is through
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| And he’ll give you tomorrow just to start a life anew
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| Then you’ll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake
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| And you’ll be a bit bolder with the new day you make
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| Here’s the Japanese Sandman trade him silver for gold
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| Just an old second hand man trading new days for old. |