I may not have mansion
I haven't any land
Not even a paper dollar
to crinkle in my hands
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 golden daffodils all shining in the sun
To light our way to evening
when our day is done
And I will give music and a crust of bread
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head
A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head