When I Leave the World Behind....

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 wealth behind
I haven't any gold
To leave when I grow old
Somehow it passed me by
I'm very poor, but still,
I'll leave a precious will
When I must say good-bye.

To ev'ry wrinkled face
I'll leave a fireplace
To paint their fav'rite scene
Within the golden rays,
Scense of their childhood days,
When they were sweet sixteen.
I'll leave them each a song
To sing the whole day long
As toward the end they plod.
To ev'ry broken heart
With sorrow torn apart,
I'll leave the love of God.

I'll leave the sunshine to the flowers
I'll leave the springtime to the trees
And to the old folks, I'll leave the mem'ries
Of a baby upon their knees.
I'll leave the night-time to the dreamers
I'll leave the songbirds to the blind;
I'll leave the moon above to those in love,
When I leave the world behind.
When I leave the world behind.

--Irving Berlin

.....Played this one on the piano tonight, and kind of changed my mood. They just don't write 'em like this anymore. In case you weren't up to speed on older songwriters, this is the guy who wrote "Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor" and "God Bless America."