American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 A Treasure More Precious Than Gold

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 26

A Treasure More Precious Than Gold.
Copyright, 1889, by Willis Woodward Co.
Words and Music by Julian Jordan.

There's a tear in your eye, my beloved, my own
Your smiles and your laughter are gone;
Come tell me the reason, my darling, I pray,
Why all so sad and forlorn?
We are poor, we've a struggle, my darling, I know,
The Winter is dreary and cold;
But yet we've a treasure that wealth cannot buy,
A treasure more precious than gold.
All, yes, we've a treasure that wealth cannot buy,
A treasure more precious than gold;
Then dry all thy tears, my beloved,
And smile once again as of old;
Remember our baby, our own little one,
A treasure more precious than gold.

Supposing our neighbor who lives o'er the way,
Who has riches and treasure untold;
Supposing he'd say: For your baby I'll give
All my houses, my land and my gold.
Ah, well do I know what your answer would be
As closer our baby you'd press;
Then are we not rich, my beloved, my own?
I know that your heart will say yes.
Then are we not rich, my beloved, my own?
I know that your heart will say yes;
Then dry all thy tears, my beloved,
And smile once again as of old;
Remember our baby, our own little one,
A treasure more precious than gold.