Hymns 4 - Fallen Leaves текст песни

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

Some folks drift along through life and never thrill
To the feeling that a good deed brings, until
It's too late but they're ready to lie down
There beneath the leaves that are scattered on the ground.


Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here cannot be found
All the friends we ever had are not around
They are scattered like the leaves upon 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 my 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 things you'll take are what you gave away.


Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here cannot be found
All the friends we ever had are not around
They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground.