Lyrics

What does it profit a man,
What does it profit a man,
If he gains the whole world
And loses his own soul?
The only thing he can control.
What does it profit a man?
What does it profit a man?

The law of the harvest is one
You should know;
You cannot reap if you do not sow.
A little sleep, a little folding of the hands;
Watch your seeds get swallowed
By the shifting sands.

What does it profit a man,
What does it profit a man,
If he gains the whole world
And loses his own soul?
The only thing he can control.
What does it profit a man?
What does it profit a man?

The law of the harvest never hits you
From below;
You always reap exactly what you sow.
You can't scatter seeds of hate
Everywhere you go,
Then sit back and wait for love to grow.

What does it profit a man,
What does it profit a man,
If he gains the whole world
And loses his own soul?
The only thing he can control.
What does it profit a man?
What does it profit a man?

The law of the harvest is one you can't deny;
Plant a little seed and watch it multiply.
Plant a little greed - that's just the start,
Pretty soon the weeds will strangle
Up your heart.

What does it profit a man,
What does it profit a man,
If he gains the whole world
And loses his own soul?
The only thing he can control.
What does it profit a man?
What does it profit a man?

The law of the harvest is one of delay;
You don't reap tomorrow what you sow today.
When it all comes back at a later date,
You'll have more than you can handle
Upon your plate.

What does it profit a man,
What does it profit a man,
If he gains the whole world
And loses his own soul?
The only thing he can control.
What does it profit a man?
What does it profit a man?

I'll ask you one more time,
Then I won't ask again.
What does it profit a man?

Copyright © 2001 Lex Zaleta