When I Leave the World Behind - Teresa Brewer, Ирвинг Берлин

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 world behind

I haven’t any gold

To leave when I grow old

Somehow its passed by

I’m very poor but still

I leave a precious will

When i must say goodbye

I leave the sunshine to the flowers

I leave the spring time to the trees

And to the old folk I leave a memory

Of a baby upon their knees

I leave the nighttime to the dreamers

I leave the songbird to the blind

I leave the moon above to those in love

When I leave the world behind, when I leave the world behind

I leave the sunshine to the flowers

I leave the springtime to the trees

And to the old folk I leave a memory

Of a baby upon their knees

I leave the nighttime to the dreamers

I leave the songbird to the blind

I leave the moon above to those in love

When I leave the world behind

When I leave the world behind