Chorus:
What’s the life of a man any more than a leaf?
A man has his seasons so why should he grieve?
Although in this world we appear fine and gay,
Like the leaves we must wither and soon fade away.

As I was a-walking one morning at ease
A-viewing the leaves as they hung from the trees,
They were all in full motion appearing to be
And those that were withered, they fell from the trees.

Chorus:
What’s the life of a man any more than a leaf?
A man has his seasons so why should he grieve?
Although in this world we appear fine and gay,
Like the leaves we must wither and soon fade away.

If you’d seen those trees just a few days ago
They were all in full motion, appearing to grow.
A frost came upon them and withered them all,
And the rains came upon them, and down they did fall.

Chorus:
What’s the life of a man any more than a leaf?
A man has his seasons so why should he grieve?
Although in this world we appear fine and gay,
Like the leaves we must wither and soon fade away.

Go down to the graveyard, and there you will see,
Those that have passed like a leaf from a tree.
When age and affliction upon them did call,
Like a leaf they did wither and down they did fall.

Chorus:
What’s the life of a man any more than a leaf?
A man has his seasons so why should he grieve?
Although in this world we appear fine and gay,
Like the leaves we must wither and soon fade away.