Won't you stretch imagination for a moment and come with me
Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea
Hide behind the cherry blossoms
Here's a sight that will please your eyes
There's a lady with a baby of Japan, singing lullabies
Hear her as she sighs
Here's the Japanese Sandman sneaking on with the dew
Just an old second-hand man, he'll buy your old day from you
He will take every sorrow of the day that is through
And he'll bring you tomorrow, just to start life anew
Then you'll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake
And you'll be a bit bolder in the new day you make
There's the Japanese Sandman, trading silver for gold
Just an old second-hand man trading new days for old
Then you'll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake
And you'll be a bit bolder in the new day you make
Here's the Japanese Sandman, trading silver for gold
Just an old second-hand man trading new days for old
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