Carol Kidd

I may not have a mansion I haven’t any land

Or a paper dollar to crinkle in my hand

But I can show you mornings from 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 wings

I can show you mornings from a thousand hills

And kiss you and give you seven daffodils

Seven golden daffodils shining in the sun

To light our way to evening when the day is done

And I will give you music and a crust of bread

A pill of tiny buds to rest your head