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