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 oceans 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 may be quite simple but 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 up the moss

Well, a few of the verses, well, they got me quite crossed

But the song's been quite kind, why I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep turning 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 may be quiet, 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. Now you're in, you're in, you're in, you're in!