Your Song

It's a little bit funny,
this feeling insaide
I'm not one of those,
who can easily hide,
I don't know 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
trabelling 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 sad on the roof
and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses,
Well they're 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 forgettin,
but these things I do
You see I've forgetten,
If they're green or 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.