Lullaby of the Leaves
Bernice Petkere, Joseph Young
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 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 through the trees,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
That pine melody caressing the shore familiar to me, I've heard it before,
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.