It was in the time of autumn The golden leaves lay all around That we laid our dear old father Alway beneath the cold damp ground It seems but a short time ago That he was in the fullest bloom But death, alas, has laid him low Another victim to the tomb Many sad farewells were given Many bitter tears were shed Our sad hearts all beat with anguish As he lay on his dying bed * Refrain On a Savior's summons he was readied On his journey home to go And fearless though near the dark valleys Washed in his blood whiter than snow