Текст (слова) песни: Elvis Presley - Poor Man`s Gold
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.
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