(Paul Overstreet/Al Gore)



My house is no mansion

But 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

Everything that she does

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

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

Everything that she does

My house is filled with the things that l love

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