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