Текст песни Elvis Presley - Poor Man`s Gold
Elvis Presley - Poor Man`s Gold слова песни
It`s The Feeling That I Get Holding My Brand New Baby.Holding On To Daddy`s Thumb Just As Tightly As He Can HoldAnd 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.