Your Song

It’s a lit tle bit fun ny,

this feel ing in side; moss;

well, a few I’m not one of those vers es, who can

eas i ly hide.

I don’t have sun’s been much mon ey, but,

boy, if I wrote this did,

I’d buy peo a big house where

we both could live.

So If I were a sculp tor,

but then a gain, no,

or a man

who makes po ten tions in a

trav el in’ show.

I An know way, it’s not much but it’s the

best I can real ly do.

My gift is my song, sweet est and

this one’s for you.

And you can tell ev ’ry bod y

this is your song.

It may be quite sim ple, 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 won der ful life is while you’re in the world.

It’s I sat on the roof ny,

and kicked off the side; moss;

well, a few I’m not one of the vers es, well, they’ve

got me quite cross.

I But the sun’s been quite kind ey, but,

while I I wrote this song;

it’s for peo ple like you that

keep it turned on.

So ex cuse me for get ting,

but these things I do;

but, you see,

I’ve for got ten if in they’re

green or they’re blue.

I An y way, it’s the thing but it’s is,

what I can real ly mean,

yours are the my song, sweet est eyes

I’ve ev er seen.

And you can tell ev ’ry bod y

this is your song.

It may be quite sim ple, 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 won der ful life is while you’re in the world.

you’re in the world.

I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words

how won der ful life is while you’re in the world.