It's the feeling that 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 hearin' people say he looks just 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' for a while he's no longer lonely
These things are a poor man's gold
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 in the darkness
These things are a poor man's gold
Honey theses precious things are a poor man's gold