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