Porter Wagoner - Fallen leaves

^CFallen leaves that lie scattered ^C7on the ^Fground The ^G7birds and flowers that were here now can't be ^Cfound

All the friends that he once knew are ^C7not a^Fround They are ^G7scattered like the leaves upon the ^Cground

Some folks drift along through life and ^C7never ^Fthrill To the ^G7feeling that a good deed brings ^Cuntil

It's too late and they are ready ^C7to lie ^Fdown There ^G7beneath the leaves that scattered on the ^Cground

Lord let my eyes see every need ^C7of every ^Fman Make me ^G7stop and always lend a helping ^Chand

Then when I'm laid beneath that little ^C7grassy ^Fmound There'll be ^G7more friends around than leaves upon the ^Cground

To your grave there's no use taking^C7 any ^Fgold You ^G7cannot use it when it's time for hands to ^Cfold

When you leave this earth for a better ^C7home some^Fday The only ^G7thing you'll take is what you gave ^Caway