A leaf fell from the tree the other day,
Verna's daddy passed away.
A lot of leaves have fallen from that tree,
and someday it will be you or me.
If I go first, don't weep for me,
Just hold your place upon that tree.
'Till your turn comes, as you know it will,
I'll be waiting, waiting still.
And we'll be together where dead leaves go,
washed by rain, chilled by snow,
warmed by the sun on a Summer's day,
We'll be with the rest who have gone that way.

Your dad will be there, my grandma, too,
Old friends and relations, good and true.
And the leaves still fall, one by one,
as each leaf's time on the tree is done.

And the leaves that have fallen and the leaves to come,
But wait and sleep, 'til their time is done.
'Til that glorious day in the by and by,
When a wondrous tree will spring up toward the sky.

And all the leaves will be fresh and green,
Just as if winter had never been.
And there'll be the greatest family reunion one could hope to see,
And all the leaves will be on that great Family Tree.