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Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby,
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In the sunny south when I was a tot so high,
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And now that I have grown
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And myself alone.
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Cradle me where southern skies can watch me with a million eyes,
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Oh sing me to sleep,
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Lullaby of the leaves
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Cover me with heaven's blue and let me dream a dream or two,
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Oh sing me to sleep,
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Lullaby of the leaves.
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I'm breezing along, along with the breeze,
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I'm hearing a song, a song thru the trees,
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
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That pine melody caressing the shore familiar to me, I've heard it
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before ooh ooh ooh ooh.
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That's southland, don't I feel it in my soul,
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And don't I know I've reached my goal,
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Oh sing me to sleep,
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Lullaby of the Leaves.
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Lullaby Of The Leaves
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| Connee Boswell |
