It seems in my hand I always hold
An empty pocket book
But I would find that I am rich
If around me I will only look

Looking up into the morning sky
I find a treasure chest of gold
As the rays of the sun shine down on me
And give me warmth from the cold

Then as the sun of day retires
Darkness breaks forth as a rageing river
And gazing up I see the moon
And a million coins of silver

This moon of night provides for me
A light unto my path
And the stars give to me direction
When the gold of day has passed

I want to thank you Lord
For I have only to look
To know that I am rich beyond compare
Though I hold an empty pocket book