| 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
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| Can watch me with a million eyes
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| Sing me to sleep
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| Lullaby of the leaves
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| Cover me with heaven’s blue
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| And let me dream a dream or two
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| 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 fine melody caressing the shore
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| Familiar to me, I’ve heard it before
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, that’s Southland
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| 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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| Sing me to sleep
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| Lullaby of the Leaves |