What's The Life Of A Man?

As I was a walking one morning at ease A viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees. All in slow motion appearing to be And those that had withered, they fell from the trees. And if you'd seen those trees just a few days ago How beautiful and green they all seemed to grow. But a frost came upon them and withered them all And a storm came upon them and down they did fall. What's the life of a man any more than a leaf A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve. Although in this world, we appear fine and gay Like a leaf we must wither and soon fade away. If you look in the churchyard, it's there you will see Those that have passed like a leaf from the tree. When age and affliction upon them did fall Like a leaf they did wither and down they did fall. What's the life of a man any more than a leaf A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve. Although in this world, we appear fine and gay Like a leaf we must wither and soon fade away. What's the life of a man?