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
