LULLABY OF THE LEAVES
Connee Boswell
Words by Joe Young
Music by Bernice Petkere

Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby,
In the sunny south when I was a tot so high,
And now that I have grown
And myself alone.
Cradle me where southern skies can watch me with a million eyes,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the leaves
Cover me with heavenâ??s blue and let me dream a dream or two,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the leaves.
Iâ??m breezing along, along with the breeze,
Iâ??m hearing a song, a song thru the trees,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
That pine melody caressing the shore familiar to me, Iâ??ve heard it
before ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Thatâ??s southland, donâ??t I feel it in my soul,
And donâ??t I know Iâ??ve reached my goal,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the Leaves.

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