It isn’t the size of your house as such,

That matters so much at all;

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;

What will make you happy is how you touch,

The other lives that are all around.

For making money is not hard,

To live life well is an art:

How people love you and how they regard …

Is all in the size of your heart.