I may not have I haven't any land Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands But can show you morning on a hills And kiss you and give you 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 and give seven daffodils.
seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun To light our way to evening when our is done And I will give music and a crust bread