C                                C7     F
Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
 
    G7                                            C
The birds and flowers that were here now can't be found
 
                                      C7   F
All the friends that he once knew are not around

         G7                                 C
They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground 

 
                                        C7    F
Some folks drift along through life and never thrill
 
       G7                              C
To the feeling that a good deed brings until

                                 C7     F
It's too late and they are ready to lie down
 
      G7                                       C
There beneath the leaves that scattered on the ground 

 
                                C7       F
Lord let my eyes see every need of every man
 
        G7                             C
Make me stop and always lend a helping hand
 
                                       C7     F
Then when I'm laid beneath that little grassy mound
 
            G7                                       C
There'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground 

 
                                   C7   F
To your grave there's no use taking any gold 

    G7                                        C
You cannot use it when it's time for hands to fold
 
                                       C7       F
When you leave this earth for a better home someday 

         G7                                 C
The only thing you'll take is what you gave away