Jewel – Painters lyrics

Eighty years
I'm 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
And she was color carelessly painted his portrait a thousand times
Or maybe just his smile
Her and her canvas would follow him wherever they would go
'Cause they were painters
And the were painting themselves a lovely world

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room walls
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 I'm a painter and I want to paint you. Lovely world"

So they sat down and made a drawing of there love
They made it an art to live by
They painted every passion
Every home
Created every beautiful child
In winter they were weavers of warmth
In summer they were carpenters of love
They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
And they were painters
And they had painted themselves a lovely world

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"
And by the time she got there she feard he already had gone
She got to where he lay
Water color 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 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 loves face
Watering the flowers
Talking to trees
And singing to his children
And when the wind blew
She knew he was listening
And always seemed to laugh along
How he seemed to hold her when she was crying
'Cause they were painters and had painted themselves a lovely world

Eighty years
I'm 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
And she was color carelessly painting his portrait a thousand times or maybe just his smile
Her and her canvas would follow him where ever they would go
Yes her and her canvas still follow
'Cause they are painters
And they are painting themselves a lovely
'Cause they are painters and they are painting themselves a lovely world