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.

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