Mac Davis - Poor Man´s Gold lyrics

It is 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 is hearing people say he looks alot like his daddy,
These things are a poor man´s gold.

It is 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 are told;
And it is knowing that for awhile he has no longer lonely,
These things are a poor man´s gold.

It is the smell of honeysuckle in the springtime,
It is the silence of a freshly fallen snow;
It is the sound of children laughing in the sunshine,
It is a crisp Autumn night with a million stars all aglow.

It is the sweet, sleepy sound of your warm & gentle breathing,
As you cling to me in the night to keep away the cold;
And it is 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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