I grew up hearing the old gospel song Fallen Leaves. Uncle Henry Truett was rather well known in our area for singing it-I guess you could say it was his signature song. I remember Uncle Henry came to see Papaw Wade Wilson in the days before he died. As Papaw lay in his sickbed, Uncle Henry belted out Fallen Leaves right there with no music-just singing from his heart in an effort to comfort Papaw Wade.
Uncle Henry Truett was Granny Gazzie Jenkins' brother. He lived just below her and always made it up to say a hearty hello to everyone gathered around on Sunday afternoons.
Louis Marshall Jones-better known as Grandpa Jones-wrote Fallen Leaves. Paul said he read or heard Jones say he was inspired to write the song after attending a funeral in the fall of the year with leaves blowing about during the graveside service.
The lyrics to the song are simple-but really profound and meaningful if you give the song your full attention. The Blind Pig Gang's been doing Fallen Leaves for a good long while now, I thought you might enjoy hearing us.
(*Before you watch the video you need to stop the music player-the music controls are along the top of this page on the far left side-just under the Blind Pig logo. Click the center round button to stop the player.) *For those of you who have trouble viewing the video-go straight to youtube to see it by clicking here. In this video-Paul, Pap, Chatter, and Tipper off camera on the bass.
Hope you enjoyed the song! Last fall's leaves are blown hither and yon with the winter winds here in my neck of the woods-with only the oak leaves still holding on.