A Poor Man's Gold - Mac Davis

作词：Miles Davis

作曲：Miles Davis

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

Honey these precious things

Are a poor man's gold