Seven Daffodils

I may not have a mansion

I haven't any land

Or a paper dollar

To crinkle 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