We Will Be Rich My Love and I
We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy
No world trip do we expect to take
Yet happiness will not be at stake
New York for Christmas we can forget
The Spanish villa cannot be met
Music and song at our command
Poetry and prose at our demand
With special ones to spend some time
Spirited children with whom to dine
Friends like gold in thick and thin
No money can buy, whatever the win
Country walks on shortening days
Barren trees by leafy ways
Winter sunsets on a winter's bay
Fireside natters at the close of day
We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy
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