It's the gentle hand and its loving
touch, That make it great or small.

The friends who come and the hour they go,
Who out of your house depart,

Will judge it not by the style you show, But
rather by the size of your heart.
It isn't the size of your head so much,
It isn't the wealth you found.

That will make you happy -- it's how
you touch
The lives that are all around.
For making money is not hard --
To live life well is an art:
How people love you, how they regard,

Is all in the size of your heart.