I may not have a mansion
I haven't any land
Or a paper dollar
To twinkle in my hand
But I can show you morning
From a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
I do not have a fortune
To buy you pretty thing
But I can weave you moonbeams
For necklaces and rings
And I can show you morning
Form a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
Seven golden daffodils
All shinning in the sun
To light our way to evening
When our day is done
And I will give you music
And a crust of bread
A pillow of piney boughs
To rest your head
A pillow of piney boughs
To rest your head