All you men of property you men with all the power

It won't do you no good at all come that final hour.

Your money counts for nothing and there's nowhere you can hide

And you can't take it to the other side.!

Chorus.

So listen while I sing this song, and let me sing it loud

You won't find no pockets in a shroud.

When you shuffle off this mortal coil as one day you surely must

Your body will decay as you return again to dust.

Some say that in another form we return once more

Maybe it's true but I'm just not so sure.

Chorus.

It's what you leave behind that counts and the deeds that you have done

The good things you're remembered for by each and everyone.

So it's better to be ready when the Reaper seals your fate

Come tomorrow it could be too late.

Chorus.

When you're standing at the Pearly Gates waiting to get in

And they ask you to account for all your actions and your sins

You'll wish you'd paid attention to the people as they cried

When that camel passes through the needle's eye.

Chorus.

R. Langridge                           back to lyrics                © Langsongs 2001