Softly, softly sing to me on a summer’s eve.
Call the breeze down through the trees. Hold me tenderly.
Gently, gently guide me there, ‘cross the river streams.
To a place I long to be, guide me to my dreams.
Sing to me of days to come, visions yet to see.
Tell me of that little child. What she came to be.
Fireflies will dance in the dark, ‘neath the willows old.
Lead me through the trail of light, to stories yet untold.
Softly, softly sing to me on a summer’s eve.
Take my hand and guide me to where I long to be.
Little child you’ll find your way through the hills, the valleys and sea.
Little child there’ll come a time someday when you’ll softly sing to me.