Falling leaves that lie scattered on the ground The birds and flowers that were here cannot be found All the friends that he once had are not around They're all scattered like the leaves upon the ground
Some folks drift along through life and never thrill To the feeling that a good deed brings until It's too late and they are ready to lie down There beneath the leaves that's scattered on the ground
Lord, let my eyes see every need of every man Make me stop and always lend a helping hand Then when I'm laid beneath that little grassy mound There'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground
To your grave there's no use taking any gold You cannot use it when it's time for hands to fold When you leave this earth for a better home someday The only thing you'll take is what you gave awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
