It was in the time of autumn
The golden leaves lay all around
That we laid our dear old father
Away beneath the cold damp ground

   It seems but a short time ago
   That he was in his 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

On a savior's summons he was readied
On his journey home to go
And fearless drew near the dark valleys
Washed in His blood whiter than snow