是这个:Seven DaffodilsI may not have a mansionI haven''t any landNot even a paper dollarTo twinkle in my handBut I can show you morningOn a thousand hillsAnd kiss you and give you seven daffodilsI do not have a fortuneTo buy you pretty thingBut I can weave you moonbeamsFor necklaces and ringsAnd I can show you morningOn a thousand hillsAnd kiss you and give you seven daffodils Oh， seven golden daffodilsAll shinning in the sun To light our way to evening When our day is doneAnd I will give you music And a crust of breadA pillow of piney boughs To rest your head A pillow of piney boughs To rest your head
