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