Your Song

Your SongIt's a little bit funny,
this feeling inside
I'm not one 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,
but then again no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much but it's the
best I can do


my gift is my song and this one is for you
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 I kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've
got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite bright
while I wrote this song
It's some 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


my gift is my song and this one is for you
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
while you're in the world