Looking back on the days when I was scuffling for a buck

Not overly concerned with life and love

I was always feeling sorry for myself and my bad luck

I never stopped to think what life's made of

With my nose to the grindstone and my shoulder to the wheel

I fought for my daily dollar like a man

Then you came into my life and nothing else seemed real

I found the answer right here in my hands

Now my working days seem shorter than it ever did before

And the evening breeze gets cooler day by day

And the morning sun is always shining down on my back door

And your laughter washes all my cares away

And there's not a day goes by that I don't look up to the sky

And humbly thank the good Lord up above

For bringing you to me in time to make me realize

That all a poor man really needs is love