Fame, and fortune..how empty they can be.
But when I hold you in my arms...
that's Heaven to me.
Who cares, for fame and fortune?
They're only passing things.
But the touch, of your lips on mine,
makes me feel like a king.
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Your kind of love...is a treasure I hold.
It's so much greater than silver or gold.
I know that I'd have nothing, if you should go away.
But to know that you love me... brings fame and
fortune my way.
But to know that you love me... brings fame and
fortune my way.