My house is no mansion but it still holds my treasures
Things that will never be sold
There's a few things in this world that just can't be measured
By money, by silver and gold

My house is filled with the things that I love
From her smile in the morning to her soft goodnight hugs
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 hugs
Her whisper, her laughter, everything that she does
And my house is filled with the things that l love

Yes, my house is filled with the things that I love