Wee Willie Winkie
runs through the town,
upstairs and downstairs
in his nightgown,
rapping at the window
crying through the lock,
are all the children in their beds
it's past eight o'clock.
Wee Willie Winkie
runs through the town,
upstairs and downstairs
in his nightgown,
rapping at the window
crying through the lock,
are all the children in their beds
it's past eight o'clock.
Wee Willie Winkie
runs through the town,
upstairs and downstairs
in his nightgown,
rapping at the window
crying through the lock,
are all the children in their beds
it's past eight o'clock.