A 1915 popular song.
words and music by Irving Berlin
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- 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
Chorus
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 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
When I leave the world behind
- To every wrinkled face I’ll leave a fire place
To paint their favorite 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 every broken heart with sorrow torn apart
I’ll leave the love of God
Sung here by Fred Feild: