your song
it's a little bit funny...
this feling inside.
Im not one of those who can easily hide.
Don't have much money..
but boy if I did..
I'll 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 he 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 now that it's done.
i hope you don't mind
i hope you don't mind
that i put dowm 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 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.
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.
