Poor Man`s Gold — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

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.