Lovely old parlor song we've been barbershopping:

If You Had All the World And Its Gold

I was wishing that I had the riches to buy,
All my dreams as I sat by the fire.
What a life I would live, what could riches not give,
What more could a heart desire?
When my poor little mother drew close to my side,
"There are some things, my child, you can't buy," she replied:

You can't buy your sunshine at twilight,
You can't buy the moonlight at dawn.
You can't buy your youth when you're growing old,
Nor the life when the heartbeat is gone.
You can't buy your way into heaven,
Though wealth may hold power untold.
And when you lose your mother, you can't buy another,
If you had all the world and its gold.

Mother's eyes beam on me, in their depths I can see,
Light of love far more precious than gold;
Silver threads in her hair, and her brow lined with care,
Tell me she is growing old.
Then I see that the teardrops are dimming her eyes,
As she smiles through her tears, I can't help realize:

You can't buy the sunshine at twilight,
You can't buy the moonlight at dawn.
You can't buy your youth when you're growing old,
Nor the life when the heartbeat is gone.
You can't buy your way into heaven,
Though wealth may hold power untold.
And when you lose your mother, you can't buy another,
If you had all the world and its gold.