Let the winter's cold winds blow let the summer sun beat down
Life moves fast, love goes slow
While the world keeps spinning round

All the things I wish I'd done that never came to be
They won't matter after I'm gone
So they don't mean nothin to me


Some men live to hear the sound of a dollar being made
Mansions crumble to the ground

And treasures fade away
I don't worry on things I own though a poor man I may be
They won't matter after I'm gone

So they don't mean nothing to me

As you run life's rugged race good times come and go

But even in the darkest place
My spirit's never low
Troubles there as many as the leaves upon a tree

They won't matter after I'm gone, so they don't mean nothin to me