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