Body Art Autumn Leaves Thank You, Lord Some write the songs that make the world cry The same songs that used to bring them joy How is it that we love the melody Yet we don't see the cunning ploy? Now, I've often wondered when I look at you Why do you sing the songs you sing And I've recommended better lullabies Hoping to give you better dreams Seems you prefer a long spring You only want the summer's gold First, we have to rake those autumn leaves And still have to face the winter's cold I miss you most Oh, my darling When autumn leaves Start to fall But I'm here to tell you That if you want real joy These autumn leaves Just let them fall Now, I know a girl who watched her mother die Her father was quite the rolling stone Chaos is made of such ingredients And she'll never make it on her own See, her life was written by the Holy Ghost These were His words, and I quote You pick your poison, if that's what you choose Or you can have the antidote Now, so many stories like my dear Christine's She chose to let her heart be healed This loving Jesus that I sing about He still sings a song that brings me chills Since you went away Though the days grow longer and longer And I'll soon hear Long winter's song The falling leaves They drift by my window The falling leaves Of red and gold Oh I feel your pain Said I feel your pain I promise I can fix it I promise I can fix it Daughter and son I used to hold