The painter Who's been painting all his life Ain't a rich man He's got children and a wife Still he keeps painting Though he knows when he dies He'll still be poor But his paintings make his life means so much more
Won't somebody see what I have made It won't take long It won't take long Won't somebody come and see the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind Become the orphans of my soul
The writer Who's been writing for so long Ain't a rich man No one ever sings his songs but he keeps writing Songs he knows no ear will ever hear 'Cause he feels that if he stops he'll disappear
Won't somebody listen to my song It won't take long It won't take long Won't somebody come and see the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind Become the orphans of my soul
Won't somebody listen to my song It won't take long No, it won't take long Won't somebody come and see the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind Become the orphans of my soul
And he sings Won't somebody listen to my song It won't take long It won't take long Won't somebody come and see the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind Become the orphans of my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.