We Will Be Rich My Love and I

We will be rich my love and I But not with what money can buy No world trip do we expect to take Yet happiness will not be at stake New York for Christmas we can forget The Spanish villa cannot be met Music and song at our command Poetry and prose at our demand With special ones to spend some time Spirited children with whom to dine Friends like gold in thick and thin No money can buy, whatever the win Country walks on shortening days Barren trees by leafy ways Winter sunsets on a winter's bay Fireside natters at the close of day We will be rich my love and I But not with what money can buy