I may not have a mansion
I haven't any land
Not 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 beans for necklaces and rings
And I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils
Seven Golden daffodils are shining in the sun
To light our way to evening when our day is done
And I will give you music and a crust of bread
A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head
A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head