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