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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.