I haven't got a mansion
Nor have I any land
Not one single dollar
To crinkle in my hand

But I can show you the morning, on a thousand hills
And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils

I haven't got a fortune
To buy you pretty things
But I can make you moonbeams
Into necklaces and rings

But I can show you the morning, on a thousand hills
And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils

Yes, seven pretty daffodils
Are shining in the sun
To light our way to evening
And when the day is done
I will give you kisses, three
And a crust of bread
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head

No I haven't got a mansion
Nor have I any land
Not one single dollar
To crinkle in my hands

But I can show you the morning, on a thousand hills
And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils
And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils