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 wings
And I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
Oh, Seven golden daffodils, oh, shining 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 tiny buds to rest your head