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