Money won't buy back
Your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonesome
or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person, is a pauper at times
Compared to the man,
With a satisfied mind
When my life is ended and my time has run out
My friends and my love ones I'll leave there ain't no doubt
But one thing for certain
When it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind.