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Precious Stones

Every day he gives her precious stones
You could say he bought her love
And every day she marvels at
How rich she has become.

Every day he gives her precious stones
You can find them all around.
He leaves rubies on her pillow
And piles emeralds all over the ground.
Their small home overflows with riches
Sparkling jewels fill every drawer.
They will surely need to buy a castle
If he gives her any more.

Every day he gives her precious stones
You could say he bought her love
And every day she marvels at
How rich she has become.

He drapes her fingers with diamonds
Whenever he touches her hand
And every time he looks at her
He sprinkles sapphires in her hair.
Someday when they are wealthy
You will see jewels everywhere
But their glow will be pale next to
The precious stones they already share.

Every day he gives her precious stones
You could say he bought her love
And every day she marvels at
How rich she has become.

When they talk things over
Purple amethyst fills the air
And chains of shiny platinum
Surround the chest of trust they share.
He builds her gold and silver bridges
Every time he sings their songs.
People say they will be rich someday
But she knows they've been rich all along.

Every day he gives her precious stones
You could say he bought her love
And every day she marvels at
How rich she has become.

And every day she marvels at
How rich she has become.

Copyright 1996, Sandy T. Streid


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