Poeme : Your Song

Your song
My gift is my song
And this one’s for you
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song
It maybe quite simple
But now that it’s done
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

Sat on the roof
And I kicked off the moss
Well some of the verses well
They got me quite cross
But the sun’s been kind
While I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that
Keep it turned on

So excuse me for 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

(Allesandro- opera)

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
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

iuʁ sɔ̃ɡ
mi ʒift is mi sɔ̃ɡ
ɑ̃d tiz- ɔnəεs fɔʁ iu
ɑ̃d iu kɑ̃ tεll əvəʁibɔdi
ta tiz- is iuʁ sɔ̃ɡ
it mεbə kitə sɛ̃plə
byt nɔw ta itεs dɔnə
ɔpə iu dɔnte mɛ̃d
i ɔpə iu dɔnte mɛ̃d
ta i pyt dɔwn ɛ̃ wɔʁd
ɔw wɔ̃dεʁfyl lifə is nɔw iuʁə ɛ̃ tə wɔʁld

sa ɔ̃ tə ʁuf
ɑ̃d i kikεd ɔf tə mɔs
wεll sɔmə ɔf tə vεʁsə- wεll
te ɡo mə kitə kʁɔs
byt tə synεs bin kɛ̃d
wilə i wʁɔtə ti sɔ̃ɡ
itεs fɔʁ pəɔplə likə iu ta
kip it tyʁnεd ɔ̃

so εkskyzə mə fɔʁ fɔʁʒεtiŋ
byt təzə tiŋz- i do
iu si ivə fɔʁɡɔtɛ̃
if tεjʁə ɡʁin ɔʁ tεjʁə blɥ
aniwε tə tiŋ is wa i ʁəali məɑ̃
iuʁz- aʁə tə switεst εjz- ivə əve sin

(alzɑ̃dʁo ɔpəʁa)

ɑ̃d iu kɑ̃ tεll əvəʁibɔdi
tiz- is iuʁ sɔ̃ɡ
it mε bə kitə sɛ̃plə
byt nɔw ta itεs dɔnə
i ɔpə iu dɔnte mɛ̃d
i ɔpə iu dɔnte mɛ̃d ta i pyt dɔwn ɛ̃ wɔʁd

ɔw wɔ̃dεʁfyl lifə is nɔw iuʁə ɛ̃ tə wɔʁld
i ɔpə iu dɔnte mɛ̃d
i ɔpə iu dɔnte mɛ̃d ta i pyt dɔwn ɛ̃ wɔʁd
ɔw wɔ̃dεʁfyl lifə is nɔw iuʁə ɛ̃ tə wɔʁld