Your Song.kar

It's a little bit funny this feelin' 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 travelin' 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 ev'ry body 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 forgettin', 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 ev'rybody 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.