| It's a little bit funny, this feeling 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 travelling 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 everybody, 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 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 | |
| Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. | |
| And you can tell everybody, 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. |