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
