A Poor Man’s Gold

Lyrics
It's the feeling I get looking down at my brand new baby Holding on to Daddy's thumb just as tightly as he can hold; And it's hearing people say he looks alot 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 Telling tales to the kids that get taller every time they're told; And it's knowing that for awhile 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 fallen snow; It's the sound of children laughing in the sunshine It's a crisp Autumn night with a million stars all aglow It's the sweet, sleepy sound of your warm and 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, these precious things are a poor man's gold
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Credits
- Writers
- Mac Davis