As I was a-walking one morning at ease
A-viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees
All in slow motion appearing to be
And those that had withered, they fell from the trees

If you'd seen the leaves just a few days ago
So beautiful and bright they all seemed to grow
A frost came upon them and withered them all
And a storm came upon them and down they did fall

What's the life of a man anymore than the leaves?
A man has his season, so why should we grieve
Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay
Like the leaves we will wither and soon fade away

If you look in the churchyard, there you will see
Those that have passed like the leaves from the trees
When age and affliction upon us do fall
Like the leaves we must wither and down we must fall

What's the life of a man anymore than the leaves?
A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve
Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay
Like the leaves we will wither and soon fade away
What's the life of a man?