I may not have a mansion, I haven’t tiny land Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hand But I can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings And I can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun To light our way to evening when our day is done And I will give you music and a crust of bread A pillow of piney bough to rest your head