Текст песни Seven Daffodils - Jimmie Rodgers

I haven't any mansion
I haven't any land
Not one a paper dollar
To crinkle in my hand

But I was show you 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 was weave you moonbeams
For necklaces and ring

Seven golden daffodils
Shining in the sun
To light our way to evening
When our day is done

And I will give you music
A crust of bread
A pillow of piney boughs
To rest your head.