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 traveling 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 a 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 kicked off the moss

With a view of the verses where they got me cry cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep it turning on

So excuse me for getting the things things I do you see I've forgotten if

the green or the blue anyway the fingers what I really mean you're not the

sweetest sighs 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