I haven't got a mansion Nor have I any land Not one single dollar To crinkle in my hand But I can show you the morning, on a thousand hills And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils I haven't got a fortune To buy you pretty things But I can make you moonbeams Into necklaces and rings But I can show you the morning, on a thousand hills And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils Yes, seven pretty daffodils Are shining in the sun To light our way to evening And when the day is done I will give you kisses, three And a crust of bread And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head No I haven't got a mansion Nor have I any land Not one single dollar To crinkle in my hands But I can show you the morning, on a thousand hills And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils And kiss you, and give you seven daffodils