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 had 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 the mountains, the
Sunshine, the sunset too»
I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me
‘Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely
World
So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, they made it an art
To live by
They painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child
In the winter they were weavers of warmth, in the summer they were
Carpenters of love
