Lyrics:

I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land
Not one 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
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

Seven golden daffodils, shining in the sun
They light our way to evening, when the day is done
And I can 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

I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land
Not one 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
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils