Eyes Of A Painter-Kate Wolf

[ti:Eyes Of A Painter] [ar:Kate Wolf] [al:Weaver Of Visions - The Kate Wolf Anthology] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Eyes Of A Painter - Kate Wolf [00:12.22]Gray-haired and flint-eyed his sunburned face lined [00:16.18]Grandpa was a man of few words [00:20.25]He had a way of not wanting to say [00:23.90]Any more than he thought would be heard [00:28.19]The long years of living day-to-day giving [00:32.23]Had carved out a map on his face [00:36.35]With little to lose he'd learned how to choose [00:40.24]And his choices were easy to trace [00:44.32]He had the eyes of a painter [00:47.25]Heart of a maker of songs [00:50.22] [00:50.81]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [00:55.51]Precious and so quickly gone [01:01.10]From a long line of teachers white Baptist preachers [01:05.33]He was born with an Indian will [01:09.31]His quiet dark eyes reading the light [01:13.28]As he rode in the low Osage hills [01:17.61]His school was the prairie the sage the wild berry [01:21.87]The quail the wide open sky [01:26.03]The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river [01:30.12]The Redbud and the hot cattle drive [01:33.92]He had the eyes of a painter [01:36.68]Heart of a maker of songs [01:40.06]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [01:44.96]Precious and so quickly gone [01:47.86] [01:56.69]There were days filled with thinking nights with the drinking [02:00.71]For a lost love that raged like a storm [02:05.02]Oh but how his eyes smiled when he'd talk to a child [02:09.29]The rough hands so gentle and warm [02:13.12]His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves [02:16.70]Rolled down on his faded blue cotton shirt [02:21.39]When times got hard he'd go out in the yard [02:25.18]And he'd cuss away some of his hurt [02:29.44]He had the eyes of a painter [02:32.30]Heart of a maker of songs [02:35.92]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [02:40.66]Precious and so quickly gone [02:45.45] [02:46.24]Now the garden's grown dusty hand axe lies rusty [02:50.47]The door's banging hard in the wind [02:54.19]Grandpa's store is closed down like most of the town [02:59.17]And it won't be open again [03:02.62]And the big white car sits out in the yard [03:06.45]Of the house he built solid and true [03:10.93]Oh but I see his eyes burning tonight [03:14.55]Like the stars in the sky he once knew [03:18.97]He had the eyes of a painter [03:21.60]Heart of a maker of songs [03:25.65]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [03:30.17]Precious and so quickly gone [03:33.78]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [03:39.37]Precious and so quickly gone