I may not have mansion, I haven't any land Not even a dollar to crinkle in my hands I can show you morning on a thousand hills kiss you and give you seven daffodils.
I do have a fortune to buy you pretty things But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and And I can show you morning on thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.
Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in sun To light our way to evening our day is done And I will give music and crust of bread