When I Leave This World - Al Jolson

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 goodbye.

I’ll leave the sunshine to the flowers,

I’ll leave the springtime to the trees;

And to the old folks I’ll leave the mem’ries

Of a baby upon their knees.

I’ll leave the nighttime to the dreamers,

I’ll leave the songbirds to the blind;

I’ll leave the moon above

To those in love

When I leave the world behind,

When I leave the world behind.

To ev’ry wrinkled face

I’ll leave a fireplace

To paint their fav’rite scene:

Within the golden rays

Scenes of their childhood days

When they were sweet sixteen.

I’ll leave them each a song

To sing the whole day long

As toward the end they plod.

To ev’ry broken heart

With sorrow torn apart

I’ll leave the love of God.

I’ll leave the sunshine to the flowers,

I’ll leave the springtime to the trees;

And to the old folks I’ll leave the mem’ries

Of a baby upon their knees.

I’ll leave the nighttime to the dreamers,

I’ll leave the songbirds to the blind;

I’ll leave the moon above

To those in love

When I leave the world behind,

When I leave the world behind.