Falling Leaves
Falling leaves that lie scattered
on the ground,
The birds and flowers that were
here cannot be found.
All the friends that he once knew 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 away.
Grandpa Jones
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