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 mornings 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 mornings on a thousand hills. 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.