Lyrics:

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