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Fallen Leaves

 

Fallen Leaves

(album: The Carroll County Accident - 1969)


Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here now can't be found
All the friends that he once knew 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
There beneath the leaves that 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

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