Tuesday, November 2, 2010

YOUR SONG

Elthon John

It's a little bit funny.. this feelin' insi..de...
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.
Repeat *

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