Lullaby of the Leaves - Billy Eckstine

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

Sing me to sleep

Lullaby of the leaves

Cover me with heaven’s blue

And let me dream a dream or two

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 fine melody caressing the shore

Familiar to me, I’ve heard it before

Ooh-ooh, 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

Sing me to sleep

Lullaby of the Leaves