Your Song — текст песни (Holy Mother)

It`s a little bit funny
This feeling inside
I`m not one of those
Who can easily hide
I ain`t got much money
But, girl, 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 traveling show
I, I know it ain`t 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 sat on the roof
And kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses
They`ve got me quite cross
And the sun seemed quite nice
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
Your`s are the sweetest eyes
I`ve ever seen

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
What 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
What I put down in words
I hope you don`t mind
I hope you don`t mind
You can tell everybody
How wonderful life is
While you`re in the world