Rich young man, you think you can Make it through the world on the things you've got I'll tell you, I know it's true You can't get to heaven on things you've bought
They're going to leave you They're going to fade away
What good is it a man To gain the whole world And forfeit his soul What good is it a man To gain the whole world And forfeit his soul
Poor old soul, he got more Than the kings of a thousand countries What he owns ain't silver or gold This boy is bound for glory
