Fallen Leaves

Artist:Grandpa Jones
Writer:Grandpa Jones

By the graveside of this near-forgotten man
On this cold November morning here I stand
Thinking of the friends he lost for love of gold
This old story, through the years has oft been told

Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here now can't be found
All his friends that he once had are not around
They are 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 some day
The only thing you'll take is what you gave away

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