Poor Man's Gold

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 they're 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 fallen snow

It's the sound of children laughing in the sunshine

It's a crisp autumn 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, these precious things are a poor man's gold