My House

My house is no mansion

But it still holds my treasures

Things that will never be sold

There's few things in this world

That just can't be measured

By money, by silver and gold

CHORUS:

And my house is filled with the things that I love

From her smile in the mornin'

To her soft goodnight hugs

Her whispers, her laughter

Everything that she does

And my house is filled with the things that I love

This old bed that we sleep on

Don't have satin covers

But it holds some great memories

No decorations can make better lovers

In her arms I feel like a king

CHORUS:

And my house is filled with the things that I love

From her smile in the mornin'

To her soft goodnight hugs

Her whispers, her laughter

Everything that she does

And my house is filled with the things that I love

Yes, my house is filled with the things that I love