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 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 the 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
