I’d rather be a poor man’s woman And be all he has in life Than to be just one more possession In a lonely rich man’s life When I wake up he’s beside me After years love’s still the same I watch his blue eyes quietly open I hear his two lips call my name I’d rather be a poor man’s woman And be all he has in life Than to be just one more possession In a lonely rich man’s life Lord my poor man really loves me I’m all he has to his name But when he holds me closer to him That means more to me than fortune or fame I’d rather be a poor man’s woman And be all he has in life Than to be just one more possession In a lonely rich man’s life