I may not have a mansion
I havent any land
Not even a paper dollars to crinkle in my hands
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
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you senven daffodils
Oh, 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.
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