I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land, Not one 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. 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.
Seven golden daffodils, shining in the sun, They light our way to evening, when the day is done. And I can 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.
I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land, Not one 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. And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.