Seven Daffodils
I may not have a mansion I have’nt 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 do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things.
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklace and
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 the way to evening,when our day is done.
And I will give you music,and a crust of bread.
A pillow of piney bought to rest your head.
A pillow of piney bought to rest your head.