《Eyes Of A Painter》歌词

[00:00:00] Eyes Of A Painter - Kate Wolf

[00:00:12] Gray-haired and flint-eyed his sunburned face lined

[00:00:16] Grandpa was a man of few words

[00:00:20] He had a way of not wanting to say

[00:00:23] Any more than he thought would be heard

[00:00:28] The long years of living day-to-day giving

[00:00:32] Had carved out a map on his face

[00:00:36] With little to lose he'd learned how to choose

[00:00:40] And his choices were easy to trace

[00:00:44] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:00:47] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:00:50] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:00:55] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:01:01] From a long line of teachers white Baptist preachers

[00:01:05] He was born with an Indian will

[00:01:09] His quiet dark eyes reading the light

[00:01:13] As he rode in the low Osage hills

[00:01:17] His school was the prairie the sage the wild berry

[00:01:21] The quail the wide open sky

[00:01:26] The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river

[00:01:30] The Redbud and the hot cattle drive

[00:01:33] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:01:36] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:01:40] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:01:44] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:01:56] There were days filled with thinking nights with the drinking

[00:02:00] For a lost love that raged like a storm

[00:02:05] Oh but how his eyes smiled when he'd talk to a child

[00:02:09] The rough hands so gentle and warm

[00:02:13] His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves

[00:02:16] Rolled down on his faded blue cotton shirt

[00:02:21] When times got hard he'd go out in the yard

[00:02:25] And he'd cuss away some of his hurt

[00:02:29] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:02:32] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:02:35] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:02:40] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:02:46] Now the garden's grown dusty hand axe lies rusty

[00:02:50] The door's banging hard in the wind

[00:02:54] Grandpa's store is closed down like most of the town

[00:02:59] And it won't be open again

[00:03:02] And the big white car sits out in the yard

[00:03:06] Of the house he built solid and true

[00:03:10] Oh but I see his eyes burning tonight

[00:03:14] Like the stars in the sky he once knew

[00:03:18] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:03:21] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:03:25] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:03:30] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:03:33] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:03:39] Precious and so quickly gone