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
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
Cover me with Heaven's blue
And let me dream a dream or two
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
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
That fine melody caressing the shore
Familiar to me, I've heard it before
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that's Southland
Don't I feel it in my soul
And don't I know I've reached my goal
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves