Seven Daffodils

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 boughs to rest your head
a pillow of piney boughs to rest your head