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    "Painters" Lyrics

    Jewel

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    Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
    Watching the clouds roll by
    They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago.
    When she used color carelessly, painted his portrait
    A thousand times - or maybe just his smile -
    And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
    'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
    A lovely world.

    Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
    He put water-colored roses in her hair
    He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine,
    the sunset too
    I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me."
    'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
    A lovely world.

    So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to live by
    They painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful child
    in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
    in summer they were carpenters of love
    They though blueprints were too sad so they made them yellow
    'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
    A lovely world.

    CHANGE I:
    Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
    And in her heart she knew something was wrong
    She went running
    through the orchard screaming,
    "No God, don't take him from me!"
    But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
    She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her
    She threw them down screaming, "Damn you man, don't leave me
    with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits
    to remind me!"

    CHANGE II:
    He said, "Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand
    I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands
    Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still
    My body may die now, but these paintings are real."

    So many seasons came and many seasons went
    and many times she saw her love's face watering the flowers,
    talking to the trees and singing to his children.
    And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,
    and how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her
    when she was crying
    'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
    A lovely world.

    Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
    Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover
    how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly,
    Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile,
    and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
    Yes, she and her canvas still follow
    Because they are painters and they are painting themselves
    A lovely world.
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing.
    Written by JEWEL KILCHER.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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