Melbourne Symphony Orchestra - Your Song Lyrics
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Your Song
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What Are The Lyrics For Your Song By Melbourne Symphony Orchestra?
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 traveling show Oh, 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 up 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 |
Who Wrote Your Song By Melbourne Symphony Orchestra?
Elton John, Bernard J. P. Taupin
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What's The Duration Of The Your Song By Melbourne Symphony Orchestra?The duration of Your Song is 4:04 minutes and seconds. |
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