I Wouldn’t Trade the Silver in My Mother’s Hair Songtext
von Teresa Brewer

I wouldn′t trade the silver in my mother's hair
For all the gold in the world

And the hands that rocked my cradle
Through all my baby days
And blessings from the sky
That money cannot buy


God gave us money and He tried to be fair
But 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

And the hands that dropped my cradle
Through all my baby days
And blessings from the sky
That money cannot buy

God gave us money and He tried to be fair
But 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