When the stars come out, lighting the deep blue sky,
When Mother Nature sings her lullaby,
The moon bends low, hissing each lull's goodnight,
When Mother Nature sings her lullaby.
Our cares and all our troubles will soon be put to flight,
The gentle breeze of evening will bring,
And blow them through the night, each heartache gone,
Many new ones are born, when Mother Nature sings her lullaby.
Our cares and all our troubles will soon be put to flight,
And blow them through the night, each heartache gone,
Many new ones are born, each heartache gone,
When Mother Nature sings her lullaby.
Won't return!
Our cares and all our troubles
Will soon be put to flight
The gentle breeze of evening
Will blow them through the night
Heartaches gone
Many new foes are born
When Mother Nature sings her lullaby