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 CHORUS: And my house is filled with the things that I love From her smile in the mornin' To her soft goodnight hugs Her whispers, 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 CHORUS: And my house is filled with the things that I love From her smile in the mornin' To her soft goodnight hugs Her whispers, 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