It's a little bit funny this feelin' 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 travelin' 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 ev'ry body 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 forgettin', 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.
And you can tell ev'rybody 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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