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

[Repeat *]