Your Song

It@s a little bit fun,

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

[01:14.07]And you can tell everybody,

[01:18.02]this is your song

[01:21.33]It may be quite simple but now that it@s done

[03:07.47][01:28.15]I hope you don@t mind,

[03:09.43][01:30.17]I hope don@t you mind

[03:11.60][01:32.11]That I put down in words

[03:17.23][01:37.78]How wonderful life is while you@re in the world

[01:46.77]

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