In life great riches had I, and
all that money could possibly buy
Before me lay great wealth and
Prosperity, but a lowly pauper was I
Acquiring great riches consumed me, but for
all those riches did afford only heartache and
sorrow for inside I was among men most poor
Destitute I was for I owned nothing that was lasting
For worldly treasures of silver and gold I gladly sold my soul
To great the price too great the loss!
I never knew worldly pleasures would exact such a high cost
For this great wisdom I now possess I must sadly confess
Gold and silver can help you on no further than the grave
where you lie, for you are a pauper when you die.