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
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 the way
to evening
When our day is done
And I will give you
music and a crust
of bread A pillow
of piney boughts
to rest your head
A pillow
of piney
boughts to rest
your head~