I may not have a mansion. I haven't any land.
Not a paper dollar to crinkle in my hand.
But I can show you mornings from 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 from a thousand hills.
And I kiss you and give you seven daffodils.
And I kiss you svesn daffodils.
Seven golden daffodils all 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.
And a pillow of tiny boughs to rest your head.
A pillow of tiny boughs to rest your head.
I may not have a mansion. I haven't any land.
Not a paper dollar to crinkle in my hand.
But I can show you mornings from 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 from a thousand hills.
And I kiss you and give you seven daffodils.
And I kiss you svesn daffodils.
Seven golden daffodils all 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.
And a pillow of tiny boughs to rest your head.
A pillow of tiny boughs to rest your head.