Limeliters Seven Daffodils (Live)
I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land,
Not one 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.
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.
Seven golden daffodils, shining in the sun,
They light our way to evening, when the day is done.
And I can give you music, and a crust of bread,
A pillow of piney boughs to rest your head.
A pillow of piney boughs to rest your head.
I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land,
Not one 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.
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.
