Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Kate Long Arrangement: Wayne Chaulk
Leaves are falling and turning in showers of gold
As the postman climbs up the long hill
And there’s sympathy written all over his face
As he hands me a couple more bills.

Who will watch the home place
Who will tend my heart’s dear space
Who will fill my empty place
When I am gone from here.

There’s a lovely green nook by a clear running stream
It was my place when I was quite small
And its creatures and sounds would soothe my worst fears
but today they don’t ease me at all.


In my grandfather’s shed there are hundreds of tools
I know them by feel and by name
And like parts of my body they’ve patched this old place
When I move them they won’t be the same.

And as I wanted around touching each precious thing
The chimmy, the table, the trees
And my memories whirl >round me like birds on the wing
When I leave here, who will I be?