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 quay.
The winds of night, so softly are sighing,
Soon they will fly, your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on hushabye mountain,
Wave goodbye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat, from hushabye mountain,
Sail far away, from lullaby bay.
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