{Verse One}
Fallen leaves
That lie scattered on the ground
The birds and the flowers that were here now can't be found
All my friends that I 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 beat brings a tear
It's too late and they are ready to lie down
There beneath the leaves that's scattered on the ground
[Verse 2]
To your graves
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
Lord let my eyes see every need
For every man
Make me stop
And always lend a helping hand
Then when I'm laid beneath that little, grassy mound
They'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground
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