Seven Daffodils

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.