Your Song

It's a little bit funny

This feeling inside

I'm not one of those

Who can easily hide

I ain't got much money

But, girl, 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 traveling show

I, I know it ain't 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

That 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

They've got me quite cross

And the sun seemed quite nice

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

Your's are the sweetest eyes

I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody

That 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

What 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

What I put down in words

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind

You can tell everybody

How wonderful life is

While you're in the world