Bathe me in your warm waters
Wrap me up
Pat me dry with talcum powder
Sing to me a lullaby
Sing a song of a train that comes from Tennessee
Walk me down to your winter garden
The snow is lain across the lawn
The green is gone, and all is frost
I can see where Ella has been
She's rolled around the snowed ground
And made herself an angel
Through the door, we look to see
An old doll's house is beckoning
Honey sleeps in prepared repose
Waiting for me to make up her day as we play along
Bathe me in your warm waters
Wrap me up, pat me dry with talcum powder
Sing to me a lullaby
Sing a song of a train that comes from Tennessee
