Capo I
C C7
My house is no mansion
F
But it still holds my treasures
C G7
Things that will never be sold
C C7
There's a few things in this world
F
That just can't be measured
C G C
By money, by silver and gold
F
My house is filled with the things that I love
C
From her smile in the mornin'
G
To her soft goodnight hugs
C
Her whisper, her laughter
F
Everything that she does
C G C
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
