Dropping Leaves

The doctor told my daddy He's got weeks to live He came straight home to tell my mom And us hungry kids With not a single penny saved Down at the local bank My daddy made his way out back And started digging his own grave He picked the sweetest resting spot Underneath the maple tree So when the leaves decide to drop We can rake in his memory My daddy winked and said all this With the biggest of his grins Coughing up a spot of blood We decided then to go back in Things are mostly quiet Around here these sad days Ever since the hand of death Put my daddy in his grave I'm now in that maple tree With no one to push my lonely swing Thinking of my daddy Waiting on those dropping leaves