Oh my darling, I paint with patience Adorned my easel and read On the solemn and forlorn faces With colors of the wind Like the painter, I sign my name Where I want it to be found But you already know How the story ends now
Like the poet who came before us Now nestled in the grave Never one to rejoice in chorus Or look you in the face More like the ocean that find its home On the bright crest of a wave As the Moon would shine On its breaking face
Run far away from your kind As you carry the life that you left far behind Lost for words to convey As the artist relies on the eyes to relay
Oh my darling, I wield my wishes Along the canvas end Crimson, cad yellow, baby blue Amaranth are my old friends All the colors that lend their blessing Of kindness at a glance
As the light would show You how they dance As the light would show All the light would show And life would throw You once more chance
