Fallen Leaves
Porter Wagoner · The Cold Hard Facts of Life/Soul of a Convict [2008]
(Louis M. Jones)
Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here can not be found
All the friends that he once knew 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 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 away...
Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here can not be found
All the friends that he once knew 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 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 away...