My House

My house is no mansion And it still holds my treasures things that will never be sold There's a few things in this world That just can't be measured by money, by silver and gold My house is filled with the things that I love From her smile in the mornin' to her soft goodnight hugs Her whisper, her laughter, everythin' 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 And my house is filled with the things that I love From her smile in the mornin' to her soft goodnight hugs Her whisper, her laughter, everythin' that she does And my house is filled with the things that l love Yes, my house is filled with the things that I love