LULLABY OF THE LEAVESConnee BoswellWords by Joe YoungMusic by Bernice PetkereRustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby,In the sunny south when I was a tot so high,And now that I have grownAnd myself alone.Cradle me where southern skies can watch me with a million eyes,Oh sing me to sleep,Lullaby of the leavesCover me with heaven's blue and let me dream a dream or two,Oh sing me to sleep,Lullaby of the leaves.I'm breezing along, along with the breeze,I'm hearing a song, a song thru the trees,Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.That pine melody caressing the shore familiar to me, I've heard itbefore ooh ooh ooh ooh.That's southland, don't I feel it in my soul,And don't I know I've reached my goal,Oh sing me to sleep,Lullaby of the Leaves.submitted by francine
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