Pity a man For he don't know The trouble he'll pass Going down life's road
When a man is one and twenty, he thinks he knows it all He can't see down the road of life where he'll ever fall But fall he will as he travels through life With all its pitfalls troubles and strife
So you can pity him as he goes up the line As he wobbles on the spindle and he's almost blind And you can tell by the way that he travels alone That it won't be long before he's going home
But if he's kept the commandments as he's traveled through life He'll have a home in heaven where there'll be no strife He's worked all his life to get things the way he wants them He comes here against his will and he goes away disappointed