Lyrics Your Song - Billy Paul

Your Song

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 gon' 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)
If I was on a rooftop, I’d kick off my shoes
(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 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 are the sweetest eyes, you’ve got the sweetest eyes
The clearest eyes I’ve ever seen, I hope you go back
I hope you, I hope you got back and tell everybody
That this is your song
(This is your song)
It may be 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
If, if
(If)
If I sat upon a rooftop I’d kick off my shoes, oh yeah
(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, people like me
I wanna, wanna keep turnin' on, so excuse me, so excuse me
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
(These things I do Lord)
You see, you see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or blue, baby
And anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean
You are 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 my shoes off
I’m gonna write it (write it), write it (write it), write it (write it)
I might come out with the Gospel
(Gospel)
The blues
(Blues)
The jazz
(Jazz)
The rock and roll
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 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 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 ooooh
Get back, get, got, oh no