(Gordon Payne — Bee Spears)
Waylon
She paints him pretty pictures
He writes her pretty songs
Not a color is wasted
Not a note is wrong
Like pieces of a puzzle
They fit where they belong.
Like pastels and harmony
Don’t they make a pretty picture
Pastels and harmony
Don’t they make a pretty song.
Their love it holds no questions
It’s sure like night, like day
At times she needs no colors
And he needs no tunes to play
Even if he sings the blues
his color in pain’s gray.
On canvas she sings to him
a melody that rings to him a song
And the portrait of his lady
is written in words of his song.
— Instrumental —
Pastels and harmony
Don’t they make a pretty picture
Pastels and harmony
Don’t they make a pretty song.
Pastels and harmony…
