7 acessos
A gentle breeze from hushabye mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to hushabye mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing--
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on hushabye mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from hushabye mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.