LULLABY OF THE LEAVES
Connee Boswell
Words by Joe Young
Music by Bernice Petkere [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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.