Your Song
It’s a little bit funny,
this feeling inside
I’m not one of those
you easily hide.
And I don’t have
much money, oh
but boy if I did.
I’d buy a big house
where we both could live.
If I were a sculptor,
but then again no.
Or a man who makes potions,
in a traveling show.
Oh 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,
that 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.
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