WHEN I LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND
 
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I know a millionaire, who's burdened down with care
A load is on his mind.
He's thinking of the day, when he must pass away
And leave his wealth behind
I haven't any gold, to leave when I grow old
Somehow it passed me by
I'm very poor but still I'll leave a precious will
When I must say good-bye.

Chorus: I'll leave the sunshine to the flowers
I'll leave the Spring time to the trees
And to the old folks I'll leave the memories
Of a baby upon the knees
I'll leave the night time to the dreamers
I'll leave the song birds to the blind
I'll leave the moon above to those in love
When I leave the world behind.


To every wrinkled face I'll leave a fire place
To paint their fav'rite scene
Within the golden rays, scenes of their child-hood days
When they were sweet sixteen
I'll leave them each a song to sing the whole day long
As towards the end they plod
To every broken heart with sorrow torn apart
I'll leave the love of God.

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Written and composed by Irving Berlin - 1915
Performed by Gertie Gitana (1887-1957)
 
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