Ed Bruce - Her Sweet Love and the Baby lyrics

Soft rain kissing the fallen leaves night wind harmonizing with whispering trees Of pretty sounds I've heard the sweetest I think maybe Is when she sings to the baby I look around at riches by which some men measure But all their wealth I see can never match my treasures The stillness of the dawn by a mountain stream A bird and his mate dancing through the night on pale moon beams Of pretty things I've seen the sweetest I think maybe Is when she's holding the baby I look around at riches by which some men measure But all their wealth I see can never match my treasures Of fortunes I have seen the riches I think maybe Of her sweet love and the baby Her sweet love and the baby