I know a millionaire
Who's burdened down with care
A load Is on his mind
He's thinking of the day
When he must pass away
And leave his world behind
I haven't any gold
To leave when I grow old
Somehow its passed by
I'm very poor but still
I leave a precious will
When i must say goodbye
I leave the sunshine to the flowers
I leave the spring time to the trees
And to the old folk I leave a memory
Of a baby upon their knees
I leave the nighttime to the dreamers
I leave the songbird to the blind
I leave the moon above to those in love
when I leave the world behind, when I leave the world behind
I leave the sunshine to the flowers
I leave the springtime to the trees
And to the old folk I leave a memory
Of a baby upon their knees
I leave the nighttime to the dreamers
I leave the songbird to the blind
I leave the moon above to those in love
When I leave the world behind
When I leave the world behind
