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 moon beams 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 are shining in the sun,
To light away to evening when our days 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
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