Your Song

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

I'm not not of those, who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, huh, but then again no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song, and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody, this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses, well they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you, that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do

You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody, this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world...(fade out)