| 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 | |
| He's going to leave us | |
| He's going to fly away |