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