Lullaby Of The Leaves

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    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 thru 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

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    Composition: Joe Young and Bernice Petkere

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