Who cares for fame or fortune
Who cares for wealth or gold
Because I find a fortune
Within my arms I hold
A tiny turned up nose
Two cheeks just like a rose
So sweet from head to toes
That little boy of mine
Two arms that hold me tight
Two eyes that shine so bright
Two lips that kiss goodnight
That little boy of mine
No one will ever know
Just what his coming has meant
Because I love him so
Heâ"š¬â"ž¢s something heaven has sent
Heâ"š¬â"ž¢s all the world to me
He climbs upon my knee
To me heâ"š¬â"ž¢ll always be
That little boy of mine
And when he lays his head
Upon his pillow so white
I pray the Lord above
To guide him safe through the night
In dreams I see his face
And feel his fond embrace
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no one can replace
That little boy of mine.