Poor Man S Gold lyrics

PLAY MAC DAVIS Poor Man S Gold video 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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