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 There 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
Fallin Snow
It's The Sound Of Children Laughing In The Sunshine
It's A Crisp Autum 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 Theses Precious Things Are A Poor Man's Gold