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 heaven뭩 blue and let me dream a dream or two,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the leaves.
I뭢 breezing along, along with the breeze,
I뭢 hearing a song, a song thru the trees,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
That pine melody caressing the shore familiar to me, I뭭e heard it
before ooh ooh ooh ooh.
That뭩 southland, don뭪 I feel it in my soul,
And don뭪 I know I뭭e reached my goal,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the Leaves.