Your Song

It's a little bit funnythis feeling insideI'm not one of thosewho can easily hidedon't have much moneybut boy if I didI'd buy a big house wherewe both could liveIf I was a sculptorbut then again noOr a man who makes potionsin a traveling showI know its not much butits the best I can doMy gift is my song andthis ones for youAnd you can tell everybodythis is your songIt may be quite simplebut now that its doneI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mindthat I put down in wordsHow wonderful life iswhile you're in the worldI sat on the roofand kicked off the mossWell a few of the verses wellthey've got me quite crossBut the suns been quite kindwhile I wrote this songIts for people like you thatkeep it turned onSo excuse me forgettingbut these things I doYou see I've forgottenif they're greenor they're blueAnyway the thing iswhat I really meanYours are the sweetest eyesI've ever seenAnd you can tell everybodythis is your songIt may be quite simplebut now that its doneI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mindthat I put down in wordsHow wonderful life iswhile you're in the worldI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mindthat I put down in wordsHow wonderful life iswhile you're in the world