I?d rather be a poor man?s woman
And be all he has in life
Than to be just one more possession
In a lonely rich man?s life
When I wake up he?s beside me
After years love?s still the same
I watch his blue eyes quietly open
I hear his two lips call my name
I?d rather be a poor man?s woman
And be all he has in life
Than to be just one more possession
In a lonely rich man?s life
Lord my poor man really loves me
I?m all he has to his name
But when he holds me closer to him
That means more to me than fortune or fame
I?d rather be a poor man?s woman
And be all he has in life
Than to be just one more possession
In a lonely rich man?s life