I knew a painter in my younger days
A man who lived with brushes,
His days were filled with canvas scenes
And the world just passed on by his door
And he'd come to town with his
At times too drunk to stand,
SO station till his loneliness
And I knew a painter in my reckless days
Wristle -bearded and humble on his feet
A sympathetic sad old elf
He knew me better than I knew myself
In the last days of my boyhood
In the time upon the street
And long through the night
Would burn inside the room
with his hard and shaken hand
But he could paint a picture
and he could capture light
and no one ever felt things
He was never much for roses,
he'd sooner paint the thorns
Cause he found a keener beauty
there that no one else could see
Someone bought the house he lived in
And painted up the room he died in
And swept away the cobwebs
and the dust from off the floor
The children laugh, the seasons run,
young lovers roll in midnight fun
But no one loves more than the one
who paints the world o 'er
And long through the night,
Would burn in side the room
With his hard and shaken hand