Your Song

Det finns en låt jag inte kan lysna på utan att det faller en tår på min kind: Your Song med Elton John.

När jag var liten brukade min pappa plocka fram sin guitarr när jag skulle sova. Han sjöng inga vanliga vaggvisor jag kommer inte ihåg alla men en utav sångerna var Your song. När jag hör den eller någon av de andra han sjöng så går det inte att hålla tårarna inne. För mig är Your Song min sång eller det är min och pappas sång.

Its a little bit funny this feeling inside

Im not one of those who can easily hide

I dont have much money but boy if I did

Id 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

I know its not much but its the best I can do

My gift is my song and this ones for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that its done

I hope you dont mind

I hope you dont mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while youre in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses well theyve got me quite cross

But the suns been quite kind while I wrote this song

Its for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do

You see Ive forgotten if theyre green or theyre blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes Ive ever seen

I hope you dont mind I hope you dont mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while youre in the world.