C F7 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