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

I Wouldn't Trade The Silver In My Mother's Hair - Eddy Arnold

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

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