Andrés Calamaro covers this song a dirty, sad, very raw way. I imagine him half-drunk at 4am recording in the kitchen, and the resulting song is so much better, at least in emotionally, than the original from The Beatles.

It makes me tear up. It reminds me of my youngest son and his constant fears, his struggles with making sense of it all. Every time I listen to the song I feel the urge to go to him, hold him and tell them that everything's gonna be fine. And I often do.

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry. I will sing you a lullaby.