I haven't got a mansion, haven't any land Not one paper dollar to crumple in my hand But I can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
I haven't got a fortune to buy you pretty things But I can give you moonbeams for necklaces and rings But I can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
Oh Seven golden daffodils shining in the sun 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 bows to rest your head