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Eyes of a Painter

アーティスト:Kate Wolf 

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Gray-haired and flint-eyed, his sunburned face lined Grandpa was a man of few words He had a way of not wanting to say Any more than he thought would be heard The long years of living, day-to-day giving Had carved out a map on his face With little to lose, he'd learned how to choose And his choices were easy to trace He had the eyes of a painter Heart of a maker of songs His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain Precious and so quickly gone From a long line of teachers, white Baptist preachers He was born with an Indian will His quiet dark eyes, reading the light As he rode in the low Osage hills His school was the prairie, the sage, the wild berry The quail, the wide open sky The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river The Redbud and the hot cattle drive He had the eyes of a painter Heart of a maker of songs His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain Precious and so quickly gone There were days filled with thinking, nights with the drinking For a lost love that raged like a storm Oh, but how his eyes smiled,


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