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
