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.
(Chorus:)
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 :| that I put down in words,
how wonderful life is while you're in the world (fine)
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.
Chorus
dal $egno al fine
*weibliche Interpreten singen hier natürlich "girl" statt "man"; aber das rechtfertigt keine eigene Datei