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