By Mark Weltner
Soft and gentle as a whisper, I hear it in the trees, I hear it in the trees.
Soft and gentle as a whisper, the Merry Little Breeze, the Merry Little Breeze.
I see it scatter the milkweed seeds,
I hear it in the rustle of the trees,
I see it in the falling leaves, the Merry Little Breeze.
Soft and gentle as a whisper, I hear it in the trees, I hear it in the trees.
Soft and gentle as a whisper, the Merry Little Breeze, the Merry Little Breeze.