I do not have a mansion

I haven’t any land

Not one paper dollar

To crinkle in my hand

But I will show you morning

On a thousand hills

I’ll kiss you

And I’ll give you

Seven daffodils

I do not have a fortune

To buy you pretty things

But I will weave you moonbeams

For necklaces and rings

And I will show you morning

On a thousand hills

I’ll kiss you

And I’ll give you

Seven daffodils

Seven golden daffodils

Shining in the sun

To light our way to evening

When each day is done

And I will give you music

And a crust of bread

A pillow

Of piney bows

To rest your head

I do not have a mansion

I haven’t any land

Not one paper dollar

To crinkle in my hand

I will show you morning

On a thousand hills

I’ll kiss you

I’ll give you

Seven daffodils

I’ll kiss you

I’ll give you

Sеven daffodils