Nothing But Leaves

Verse 1

Nothing but leaves I’ve gathered, Yes, nothing but worthless leaves, When from the field of labor Others bring golden sheaves; Then in the day of judgment Shall I be found with tares, When God rewards the faithful With crowns of shining stars.

Chorus

Gathering nothing but leaves, Gathering nothing but leaves; Spending life’s precious moments Gathering nothing but leaves.

Verse 2

Nothing but leaves I’ve gathered, So sad, but, alas, ’tis true, What I have done I never, Nevermore can undo; Past is the harvest season, The summer has come and gone, Reaping for future burning The thorns and briars I’ve sown.

Verse 3

Nothing but leaves I’ve gathered, Dear sinner, oh, hear the cry; Swiftly your days are passing, Soon you’ll be called to die; What are the seeds you’re sowing? What will you reap at last? Sometime you’ll surely gather Sheaves from the seeds you’ve cast.