Paroles de I Wouldn't Trade The Silver In My Mother's Hair

I wouldn't trade the silver in my mother's hair For all the gold in the world The hands that rocked my cradle through all my baby days Are treasures from the sky that money cannot buy God gave us mothers and tried to be fair When he gave me mine I got more than my share I wouldn't trade the silver in my mother's hair For all the gold in the world [ steel ] God gave us mothers...