Painters

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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 her 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 the mountains  The sunshine  The sunset too  I just want to give a world  As beautiful as you are to me  Cuz I'm a painter  And I want to paint you  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 the summer they were carpenters of love  They thought blue prints were too sad  So they made them yellow And they were painters  And they were had painted themselves  A lovely world Until one day the rains 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!"  And 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!" He said  "Love I only leave a little  Try to understand  I put my soul in this life  We've 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 winds blew  She knew he was listening  And how he seemed to laugh along  And how he seemed to hold her  When she was crying Cuz they were painters  And they had painted 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  Color carelessly  Painted his portrait  A thousand times  Or maybe just his smile  And her and her canvas would follow him  Wherever he would go  Yes, she and her canvas still follow Cuz they are painters  And they are painting themselves  A lovely...  Yes they are painters  And they are painting themselves

Painters Written by Jewel Produced by Ben Keith Engineered by John Nowland and Tim Mulligan Assistant Engineer John Hausmann Mixed by John Nowland and Tim Mulligan Mastered by Tim Mulligan Mastered at Redwood Digital Musicians Jewel - Guitar & Vocals Kris Wilkinson - Strings Recorded Redwood Digital at Broken Arrow Ranch, Woodside, CA, 1994 Albums Pieces of You, 1995 Promos Shiva Diva Doo Wop, 1994 Length 6:43      (17 known performances)