Outside my music box the dark world seems to shine,
And beautiful flowers are painted on top.
It sits upon four ebony feet,
And a golden key turns slowly.
Inside my music box a golden cylinder spins,
And the spikes hit the prongs slowly.
If I sleep with my music box under my pillow
I would have a good night's sleep,
I would slowly doze off into dreamland,
And I would not have any nightmares.
