(+) Brothers Four - Seven Daffodils | (+) Brothers Four - Seven Daffodils

(+) Brothers Four - Seven Daffodils

I may not have a mansion.
I haven't any land.
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hand.

But(And) 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 necklaces and rings.

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.