THE PAINTER
(A. Gwyllt/R. Nisbet)
A man with color
Painting his dreams
Not altering feelings
So others may see
He works as a part of
What he sees
Oceans flowing blue within him
Grasping all the warmth of rhythm
To create
His life was of oil
And so there are fields
His glorious insight
Was deep as the sea
From thoughts remain memories
To this day
All the fairest of conceptions
Real love is all exception
Only love