Wealth Won't Save Your Soul

My friend it won't save, your poor wicked soul
You can treasure your wealth, your diamonds and gold
For when God calls, from his home up on high

But all of his wealth, will be left behind
Then it's useless to you, if you've strayed from the fold
For no matter how much earthly wealth you get hold
The rich man like all, will be judged at that time
To your earthly wealth, you must say goodbye
But my friends it won't save, your poor wicked soul
For my friend it won't save, your poor wicked soul