kumbaworld
Your Song
John, Elton

Itīs a little bit funny, this feeling inside
Iīm not one of theose who can easily hide
I donīt have much money but boy if I did
Iīd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was sculptor but then again no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know itīs not much, but itīs the best I can do
My gift is my song and this oneīs for you

And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that itīs done
I hope you donīt mind, I hope you donīt mind
That I put that in words
How wonderful life is while youīre in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses, well theyīre got me quite cross
But the sunīs been quite kind while I wrote this song
Itīs for people like you, that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see Iīve forgotten if theyīre gree or theyīre blue
Anyway the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes Iīve ever seen

And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that itīs done
I hope you donīt mind, I hope you donīt mind
That I put that in words
How wonderful life is while youīre in the world