Текст песни Holy Mother - Your Song
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It`s a little bit funnyThis feeling insideI`m not one of thoseWho can easily hideI ain`t got much moneyBut, girl, if I didI`d buy a big houseWhere we both could liveIf I was a sculptorBut then again, noOr a man who makes potionsIn a traveling showI, I know it ain`t muchBut it`s the best I can doMy gift is my songAnd this one`s for youAnd you can tell everybodyThat this is your songIt may be quite simpleBut now that it`s doneI hope you don`t mindI hope you don`t mindThat I put down in wordsHow wonderful life isWhile you`re in the worldI sat on the roofAnd kicked off the mossWell, a few of the versesThey`ve got me quite crossAnd the sun seemed quite niceWhile I wrote this songIt`s for people like youThat keep it turned onSo excuse me forgettingBut these things I doYou see, I`ve forgottenIf they`re green or they`re blueAnyway, the thing isWhat I really meanYour`s are the sweetest eyesI`ve ever seenAnd you can tell everybodyThat this is your songIt may be quite simpleBut now that it`s doneI hope you don`t mindI hope you don`t mindWhat I put down in wordsHow wonderful life isWhile you`re in the worldI hope you don`t mindI hope you don`t mindWhat I put down in wordsI hope you don`t mindI hope you don`t mindYou can tell everybodyHow wonderful life isWhile you`re in the world