Your Song

It'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 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 maybe 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 maybe 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.