Paint me a Painting
Paint me a painting, oh, master of art
This life, to be ending, and I, to depart
Paint me tomorrow, before it is told
Paint what I’ll look like when I’ve become old
Paint me a promise of laughter and fun
Paint this day longer, so evening won’t come.
Paint me a friend, with your brush, if you can
A Duke, or a Baron – a dashing young man!
No, best he be humble, I am older, and mellow
Too old to be after a flashy, young fellow.
Too old to be after a fellow at all
I’m not as vivacious, and don’t stand quite as tall
As I did in my younger days, (now long past)
I forget I’ve slowed down some (my thinking still fast)
Best paint me a rocker, I’m tired of walking
Paint me sweet silence, I’ve grown tired of talking
Paint me a painting, oh, master of art
This life? It is ending, and I MUST depart.