I may not have mansion I havn't any land no
even a paper dollars 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 moon beams 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 all shining in
the sun to light our ways 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