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