Seven Daffodils

I may not have mansion I haven't any land

Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands

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 our way to evening when our day is done

And I will give music and a crust of bread

And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head

A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head