Seven DaffodilsI may not have mansion, I haven't any landNot even a paper dollar to crinkle in my handsBut I can show you morning on a thousand hillsAnd kiss you and give you seven daffodils.I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty thingsBut I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and ringsAnd I can show you morning on a thousand hillsAnd kiss you and give you seven daffodils.Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in the sunTo light our way to evening when our day is doneAnd I will give music and a crust of breadAnd a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head.A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head...
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