I may not have a mansion
I haven't any land
Not even a 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
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
On a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
Oh, seven golden daffodils
All shining in the sun
To light out way to evening
When our day is gone
And I will give you music
And crust of bread
A pillow of piney boughs
To rest your head