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 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.
---------seven daffodils |
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