I may not have a mansion,
I haven't any land
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hand
But I can show you morning
on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you
seven daffodils
I do not have a fortune to buy you
pretty things
But I can weave you moonbeams
for necklaces and rings
And I can show you morning
on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you
seven daffodils
Oh, seven gold daffodils,
all shining in the sun
To light our way to evening
when our day is done
And I will give you music
and a crest of grass
And a pillow of piney bows
to rest your head
A pillow of piney bows to rest your head