Your Song

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide       I don't 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 they've got me quite crossed But the sun's been quite king, while I wrote this song   It's for people like you that they keep turned on      So excuse me and forget but these I do        You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue   Anyway, the thing is, what I reallly 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