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