| As I was a-walking one morning at ease
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| A viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees
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| All in slow motion appearing to be
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| Like those that had withered, they fell from the trees
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| And if you’d seen those trees just a few days ago
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| How beautiful and green they all seemed to grow
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| But a frost came upon them and withered them all
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| And a storm came upon them and down they did fall
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| What’s the life of a man any more than a leaf
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| A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve
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| Although in this world, we appear fin and gay
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| Like a leaf we must withr and soon fade away
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| If you look in the churchyard, it’s there you will see
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| Those that have passed like a leaf from the tree
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| When age and affliction upon them did fall
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| Like a leaf they did wither and down they did fall
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| What’s the life of a man any more than a leaf
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| A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve
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| Although in this world, we appear fine and gay
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| Like a leaf we must wither and soon fade away
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| What’s the life of a man? |