Seven Daffodils

I may not have a mansion I haven’t any land Or 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 wings I can show you mornings from a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils Seven golden daffodils shining in the sun To light our way to evening when the day is done And I will give you music and a crust of bread A pill of tiny buds to rest your head