David Francey - Poorer Then

I heard from a friend today
Said that he'd be on his way
Leave behind this vale of tears
Could be gone within the year
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

The man is neither devil nor saint
He carries on with no complaint
Just shoulders up his heavy load
Keeps on marching down the road
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

The wisest man just goes on living
Takes the days that he is given
Counts his blessings up to ten
Makes his mark, begins again
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

Dark of night, the bright sunshine
Out of the blue no warning sign
Or the markings of the hands of time
Till I come to yours or you come to mine
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

The wisest man just goes on living
Takes the days that he is given
Counts his blessings up to ten
Makes his mark, begins again
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then