文本歌词

I may not have a mansion
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 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
Oh seven golden daffodils
All shinning 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
A pillow of piny boughs
To rest your head