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 youAnd 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 worldI 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 onSo 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 seenAnd 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 worldI 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]