"Your Song" lyrics
It's a little bit funny Lord, 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 mansion where we both could live
If, if, if I was a sculpture Lord, honey but then again, no
(Then again no, no)
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
I know it's not much, I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
You gave me a gift, Lord and I'm gonna sing it for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
(This is your song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
What I wrote down in words, words
How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world
If, if, if I was on a rooftop, I'd kick off my shoes
(If, kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off)
I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues
But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you and people like me, I wanna
I wanna keep it turnin' on
So excuse me for forgetting but these things I do, Lord
(These things I do, Lord)
You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue
Anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is what I really mean
You've got the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes
The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you got back
I hope you, I hope you got back and tell everybody that this is your song
(This is your song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but now that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind but I wrote down in words
Lord, words, I'm doin' it for how wonderful it is
When you're in the world, world, world, world
If, if, if I sat upon a rooftop, I'd kick off my shoes
(If, kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off)
I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues
But the sun's been a quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you, people like me
I wanna, wanna keep it turnin' on, so excuse me, so excuse me
So excuse me for forgetting but these things I do, Lord
(These things I do, Lord)
You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby
Anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is what I really mean
You've got the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes
The sweetest eyes I've ever seen, I want you to go back
Go back and and tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song
(Billy Paul's got a song)
I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes
I'm gonna write it, write it, write it
(Write it, write it, write it)
I might come out with the gospel, the blues, the jazz, the rock and roll
(Gospel, blues, jazz)
I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody
Because this is my song
(This is my song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but that's the way it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words
Words, you come back, you try to try again, try again
Tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song
(Billy Paul's got a song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, get back, get, got, oh no
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 mansion where we both could live
If, if, if I was a sculpture Lord, honey but then again, no
(Then again no, no)
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
I know it's not much, I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
You gave me a gift, Lord and I'm gonna sing it for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
(This is your song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
What I wrote down in words, words
How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world
If, if, if I was on a rooftop, I'd kick off my shoes
(If, kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off)
I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues
But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you and people like me, I wanna
I wanna keep it turnin' on
So excuse me for forgetting but these things I do, Lord
(These things I do, Lord)
You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue
Anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is what I really mean
You've got the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes
The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you got back
I hope you, I hope you got back and tell everybody that this is your song
(This is your song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but now that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind but I wrote down in words
Lord, words, I'm doin' it for how wonderful it is
When you're in the world, world, world, world
If, if, if I sat upon a rooftop, I'd kick off my shoes
(If, kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off)
I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues
But the sun's been a quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you, people like me
I wanna, wanna keep it turnin' on, so excuse me, so excuse me
So excuse me for forgetting but these things I do, Lord
(These things I do, Lord)
You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby
Anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is what I really mean
You've got the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes
The sweetest eyes I've ever seen, I want you to go back
Go back and and tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song
(Billy Paul's got a song)
I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes
I'm gonna write it, write it, write it
(Write it, write it, write it)
I might come out with the gospel, the blues, the jazz, the rock and roll
(Gospel, blues, jazz)
I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody
Because this is my song
(This is my song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but that's the way it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words
Words, you come back, you try to try again, try again
Tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song
(Billy Paul's got a song)
It may be a quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, get back, get, got, oh no
Writer(s): Bernie Taupin, Elton John
