Leaves are falling and turning to showers of gold
As the postman climbs up our long hill
And there’s sympathy written all over his face
As he hands me a couple more bills

Who will watch the home place
Who will tend my heart’s dear space
Who will fill my empty place
When I am gone from here

There’s a lovely green nook by a clear-running stream
It was my place when I was quite small
And it’s creatures and sounds could soothe my worst pains
But today they don’t ease me at all

In my grandfather’s shed there are hundreds of tools
I know them by feel and by name
And like parts of my body they’ve patched this old place
When I move them they won’t be the same

Now I wander around touching each blessed thing
The chimney the tables the trees
And my memories swirl ’round me like birds on the wing
When I leave here oh who will I be

[1] Leaves are falling and turning to [4] showers of [1] gold
As the postman climbs up our long [5] hill
And there’s [1] sympathy written all over his [4] face
As he [2m] hands me a couple more [5] bills

[1] Who will [2m] watch the [1] home place
[4] Who will [1] tend my [2m] heart’s dear [5] space
[1] Who will [2m] fill my [1] empty [4] place
[1] When I am [5] gone from [1] here

There’s a lovely green nook by a clear-running stream
It was my place when I was quite small
And it’s creatures and sounds could soothe my worst pains
But today they don’t ease me at all

In my grandfather’s shed there are hundreds of tools
I know them by feel and by name
And like parts of my body they’ve patched this old place
When I move them they won’t be the same

Now I wander around touching each blessed thing
The chimney the tables the trees
And my memories swirl ’round me like birds on the wing
When I leave here oh who will I be