[Verse] Out where the creek winds through the pines, A little house stands, weathered by time. With a rusty tin roof and a front porch swing, We didn’t have much, but we had everything. [Verse] Mama cooked supper on a woodstove flame, And Daddy worked hard, though he never complained. We’d gather each night 'round a kerosene glow, Telling old stories we all seemed to know. [Chorus] Oh, the simple joys that life can bring, The laughter, the love, the songs we'd sing. No riches to count, but our hearts were free, In that poor happy home, just my family and me. [Monologue] Now I remember a winter when the snow came down so thick, we thought we’d be buried for good. Daddy chopped wood 'til his hands bled, and Mama stitched up blankets from old scraps of cloth. We all huddled together, shivering and laughing, finding warmth in each other’s arms. You know, we didn’t have much, but we never felt poor. There was love in that house—a kind of wealth you can’t measure in dollars or cents. And I reckon if I could trade all the gold in the world, I’d still choose those days, those faces, those moments. [Chorus] Oh, the simple joys that life can bring, The laughter, the love, the songs we'd sing. No riches to count, but our hearts were free, In that poor happy home, just my family and me. [Outro] The years have gone, but the memories stay, Of barefoot summers and harvest days. And when I close my eyes, I still can see, That poor happy home, where my soul runs free.
