I may not have mansion, I havent any land 
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands 
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 shining in the sun 
To light our way to evening when our day is done 
And I will give music and a [bad word] of bread 
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head. 

pillow of piny boughs to rest your head...