Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here cannot be found
All the friends he 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 lay beneath that little grassy mound
There'll be more friends around then leaves upon the ground
Some folks drift all along through life and never thrill
To a feeling that a good deed brings until
It's too late and they are ready to lie down
There beneath the leaves scattered on the ground
To your grave there's no use taking any gold
You can't use it when it's time for hands to fold
When you leave this earth for a better home someday
The only think you take is 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 he ever had are not around
They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground
They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground