Falling Leaves

Falling leaves that lie scattered on the ground The birds and 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 deed brings until It's too late, and they are ready to lie down They're beneath the leaves that's scattered on 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 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 There'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground