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 golden daffodils

All shining in the sun

To light the way to evening

When our day is done

And I will give you music

and a crust of bread

A pillow of piney boughts

to rest your head

A pillow of piney boughts to rest