Emily, do you think Your luck has deserted And so has your chance? Emily, can it be You spent it on nothing and paid in advance? Emily, do you think That dreams are just layers that get peeled away? Onion, one day you'll be completely naked With the roses in your head And your beaches racked with glass And your shadows as they pass... Emily, there's a stream Where wishes grow wild And boats twinkle by Emily, sleep now And I will sing you a lullaby