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(Fred J. Coots - Jack Little)

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.

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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...
(Fred J. Coots - Jack Little)      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.      --- Instrumental ---      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...