Elvis Presley - Poor Man's Gold (Incomplete) lyrics

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 honeys**le 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