Lyrics of Her sweet love and the baby

Soft rain kissing the fallen leaves night wind harmonizing with whispering trees
Of pretty sounds i've heard the sweetest i think maybe
Is when she sings to the baby
I look around at riches by which some men measure
But all their wealth i see can never match my treasures

The stillness of the dawn by a mountain stream
A bird and his mate dancing through the night on pale moon beams
Of pretty things i've seen the sweetest i think maybe
Is when she's holding the baby
I look around at riches by which some men measure
But all their wealth i see can never match my treasures
Of fortunes i have seen the riches i think maybe
Of her sweet love and the baby
Her sweet love and the baby