yoursong

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
Not one of those you can easily hide
Don't have much money
But if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was scultor, 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

And you can tell everybody, this is your song
I know it's 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
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind when 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

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that's 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