| Lyrics: | 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. |
