Emma Rose-Kate Wolf

[ti:Eyes Of A Painter] [ar:Kate Wolf] [al:Gold In California: A Retrospective Of Recordings 1975-1985] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Emma Rose - Kate Wolf [00:10.76]Gray-haired and flint-eyed his sunburned face lined [00:15.29]Grandpa was a man of few words [00:18.08] [00:19.93]He had a way of not wanting to say [00:23.98]Any more than he thought would be heard [00:27.45] [00:29.13]The long years of living day-to-day giving [00:33.43]Had carved out a map on his face [00:36.42] [00:38.06]With little to lose he'd learned how to choose [00:42.32]And his choices were easy to trace [00:45.86] [00:46.80]He had the eyes of a painter [00:49.69]Heart of a maker of songs [00:52.63] [00:54.16]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [00:57.86] [00:59.14]Precious and so quickly gone [01:01.69] [01:05.50]From a long line of teachers white baptist preachers [01:10.00]He was born with an indian will [01:12.92] [01:14.47]His quiet dark eyes reading the light [01:18.74]As he rode in the low osage hills [01:22.57] [01:23.56]His school was the prairie the sage the wild berry [01:28.09]The quail the wide open sky [01:31.00] [01:32.66]The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river [01:36.49] [01:37.09]The redbud and the hot cattle drive [01:40.32] [01:41.25]He had the eyes of a painter [01:43.77] [01:44.43]Heart of a maker of songs [01:47.13] [01:48.51]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [01:52.31] [01:53.16]Precious and so quickly gone [01:55.73] [02:06.57]There were days filled with thinking nights with the drinking [02:10.46] [02:11.00]For a lost love that raged like a storm [02:15.60]Oh but how his eyes smiled when he'd talk to a child [02:19.63] [02:20.71]The rough hands so gentle and warm [02:23.83] [02:24.73]His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves [02:28.79]Rolled down on his faded blue cotton shirt [02:32.39] [02:33.77]When times got hard he'd go out in the yard [02:37.87]And he'd cuss away some of his hurt [02:41.48] [02:42.56]He had the eyes of a painter [02:44.81] [02:45.73]Heart of a maker of songs [02:48.35] [02:49.74]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [02:53.66] [02:54.84]Precious and so quickly gone [02:57.52] [03:01.08]Now the garden's grown dusty hand axe lies rusty [03:04.94] [03:05.50]The door's banging hard in the wind [03:08.61] [03:09.79]Grandpa's store is closed down like most of the town [03:13.71] [03:15.04]And it won't be open again [03:18.14] [03:19.08]And the big white car sits out in the yard [03:23.31]Of the house he built solid and true [03:26.59] [03:27.94]Oh but I see his eyes burning tonight [03:32.37]Like the stars in the sky he once knew [03:35.81] [03:36.75]He had the eyes of a painter [03:39.02] [03:39.90]Heart of a maker of songs [03:42.84] [03:43.86]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [03:47.98] [03:49.01]Precious and so quickly gone [03:51.61] [03:52.89]His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain [03:57.28] [03:58.11]Precious and so quickly gone