I Wouldn’t Trade the Silver in My Mother’s Hair The Osmonds

I wouldn’t trade the silver in my mother’s hair
For all the gold in the world
(In the world)
The hands that rocked my cradle
Through all my baby days
Are treasures from the sky that money can’t 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

For all the gold in the world
Not for all the gold in the world