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, heh, but then again, no
 Or a man who makes potions in a traveling 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
 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