(Aaron Schroeder - Don Hill - W.S. Stevenson)

Well, if I own the world and all its treasures
From the mountain side to the rolling sea
Still darling, my prize possession
Will be the love you gave to me.

Well, if I was a king of a mighty nation
And anything I touch or see
Still darling, my prize possession
Will be the love you gave to me.

To lose your love would leave me cold
My heart would go from young to old
I'd lose my fate and what I'd say
I'd know such grief I'd run away.

No other's kiss would have no meaning
And other's love could never be
'Cause darling, my prize possession
Will be the love you gave to me.

To lose your love would leave me cold
My heart would go from young to old
I'd lose my fate and what I'd say
I'd know such grief I'd run away.

'Cause darling, my prize possession
Will be the love you gave to me...