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