Текст песни Last Roundup

LULLABY OF THE LEAVES
Connee Boswell
Words by Joe Young
Music by Bernice Petkere

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 heavens blue and let me dream a dream or two,
Oh sing me to sleep,George Olsen - Last Roundup - http://ru.motolyrics.com/george-olsen/last-roundup-lyrics.html
Lullaby of the leaves.
Im breezing along, along with the breeze,
Im hearing a song, a song thru the trees,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
That pine melody caressing the shore familiar to me, Ive heard it
before ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Thats southland, dont I feel it in my soul,
And dont I know Ive reached my goal,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the Leaves.

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