A Treasure More Precious Than Gold - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.