It's The Feeling That I Get Holding My Brand New
Baby. Holding On To Daddy's Thumb Just As Tightly
As He Can Hold And It's Hearin' People Say He
Looks A Lot Like His Daddy. These Things Are A
Poor Man's Gold.
It's The Twinkle In The Eyes Of The Gray Haired
Old Man We Call Grandpa. Tellin' Tales To The Kids
That Get Taller Every Time There Told. And It's
Knowin' That For A While He's No Longer Lonely.
These Things Are A Poor Man's Gold.
It's The Smell Of Honeysuckle In The Springtime
It's The Silence Of A Freshly Fallin Snow. It's
The Sound Of Children Laughing In The Sunshine.
It's A Crisp Autum Night With A Million Stars All
Aglow. And It's The Sweet Sleepy Sound Of Your
Warm Gentle Breathing.
As You Cling To Me In The Night To Keep Away The
Cold. And It's The Softness Of Your Body There In
The Darkness. These Things Are A Poor Man's Gold.
Honey Theses Precious Things Are A Poor Man's
Gold.