George Olsen

A guy who is very Olsen.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

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 through the trees
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh
A pine melody caressing the shore
Familiar to me, I've heard it before
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, that Southland
Don't I feel it in my soul, and don't I know I've reached my goal?
Sing to me, sing to me, sing to me
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby
Of the leaves! GEORGE OLSEN