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 haven't any fortune
To buy you pretty things
But I can weave the moonbeams
Into necklaces and rings
But I can show you morning
On a thousand hills
And kiss you
And give you seven daffodils
Oh seven golden daffodils
All shining in the sun
To light our way to evening
When the work is done
I can give you water
And crust of bread
And a pillow of piney boughs
To rest your head
And a pillow of piney boughs
To rest your head
