Your Song Harry Connick, Jr.

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, well, this one's for you

[Chorus]
You can tell everybody this is your song
It might 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 (Oh yeah)

[Verse 3]
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
A few of the verses, well, they 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

[Verse 4]
So excuse me forgetting, these things I do
You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Whoa, the thing is, what I really mean, baby
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen