Sad the lad, now don't grieve so
For it's duty calls me far
Take this autumn leaf of gold
Said the last will ne 'er grow old
I'll be there, Mary dear, I'll be there
When the fragrance of the rose
Meet that oak tree grand and tall
When the leaves begin to fall
I'll be there, yes I'll be there
See the lad who fought so well
On the battlefield he fell
He returned just half the
If she loved him long ago
She won't love him less, I know
And their love will last for all eternity
when he wandered down that lane
There beneath the old oak tree
As he knelt in silent prayer,
for the one he loved slept there,
on the golden leaves she gave
I'll be there, Mary dear, I'll be there
When the fragrance of the rose
Need that oak tree grand and tall
When the leaves begin to fall
I'll be there, yes I'll be there
I'll be there, yes I'll be there