It@s a little bit fun,
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 don@t you 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