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]