Your Song Lyrics - Your Songs - Harry Connick, Jr.

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 

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do 

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 now you're in the world 

If I was a sculptor, but then again no 

Or a girl 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, and this one's for you