Faith, Folklore, and Friends

The song Fallen Leaves starts playing in my head when I'm walking around these days, with the wind blowing  colorful leaves everywhere. The song was first recorded by Porter Wagoner, and was written by Louis M. (Grandpa) Jones.  The Primitive Quartet have sung it ten thousand times, and you can hear them sing it again here . Fallen Leaves by  Grandpa Jones Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground The birds and flowers that were here now can't be found All the friends that he once knew are not around They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground  Some folks drift along through life and never thrill To the feeling that a good deed brings until It's too late and they are ready to lie down There beneath the leaves that scattered on the ground  Lord let my eyes see every need of every man Make me stop and always lend a helping hand Then when I'm laid beneath that little grassy mound There'll be more friend...