Lullaby of the leavesconnee boswellwords by joe youngmusic by bernice petkererustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby,in the sunny south when i was a tot so high,and now that i have grownand myself alone.cradle me where southern skies can watch me with a million eyes,oh sing me to sleep,lullaby of the leavescover 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 itbefore 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.submitted by francine douwesdouwes@criterionco.com