Secret People

Grey – brown leaves turn to gold

With the setting of the sun.

Young and old men die

And many leave a heritage untold.

Never were they famous

Or men of great renown

But many is the heart

That holds them dear

For the wisdom shared,

The love they showed,

The hand they gave,

When other men were down.

Lord be with them now,

Each and every one,

As the grey-brown leaves

Turn to gold.