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