Recently I started to find my roots and got to thinking all the things my parents taught us.
On my father's side there were 10 siblings and on my mother's side there were 14 siblings, and I also have 12 siblings myself so Family has always been important for me...

While researching our family roots on Ancestry and FamilySearch.org, This song showed up on my YouTube playlist.... Thanks to ScooterPuss ... Love it !!!!

The Last Leaves On The Tree

[Not to be confused with the Tom Waits or Willie Nelson Songs]

We're starting like a river, wild and free, 

covering out our path through history.

Every dawn of promise, every night of prayer, 

holding on to moments. I'm aware of the wear and tear. 

Seasons turn, the leaves fall down.
Whispers of the past, a silent sound. 

We watch them go one by one, 

feeling the way to what's been done.

Now we're the last leaves on the tree. 

Fading in the cold just hanging free.

Saying goodbye in a quiet song. 

Know that it's right, but it feels so wrong.

Time's a river that never stays

 sweeping us along it way.

We were young, now we're old.
There's some stories that need to be told. 

The circle turns and life moves on
to we're the last, till all is gone.

We're the last leaves on the tree. 

Holding on to meories. 

We danced in the sunlight.  Drank from the well. 

Build a house of dreams.  A story to tell.

The shadows grew longer, the seasons changed, 

and every loved one, quietly, they've gone away.

[instrumental]

Time to sleep in the night's embrace. 

Takin' parts of our soul, leaving no trace. 

We say our goodbyes in the saddest way.

 Knowing it's part of the break of day.

Now we're the last leaves on the tree.
Fading in the cold, just hangin' free.
Saying goodbye in a quiet song.
Know it is right, but it feels so wrong.

Time's a river that never stays, sweepin' us along its way.

We were young, now we're old, passing stories that need to be told.

The circles turn and life moves on. 

Til we're the last till all is gone.
We're the last leaves on the tree

holding on to memories.


And I wonder if they're looking down from a place beyond this town,
Whispering softly through the breeze, reminding me

 life's just a leaf on the trees.


So I'll stand here in the winds low cry, watch the seasons, say goodbye.
One by one they've gone ahead, leaving me the last 

where they once lived.


We're the last leaves on the tree.
Just a whisper of what used to be.

YouTube - from ScooterPuss

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