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