The painter Who's been painting all his life Ain't a rich man He's got children and a wife But he keeps painting Though he knows when he dies He'll still be poor But his paintings make his life so much more
And he sings Won't somebody see what I have made Don't be afraid, don't be afraid 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 But he feels that if he stops he'll disappear
And he sings Won't somebody listen to my song It won't take long It won't take long Won't somebody listen to 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 It won't take long Won't somebody listen to the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind Become the orphans of my soul
The children of my mind Become the orphans of my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
