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