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 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

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 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

（Repeat *）

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