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Eighty years 
An old lady now 
Sitting on the front porch 
Watching the clouds roll by 
They remind her of her lover 
How he left her 
And of times long ago 
When she used 
Color carelessly 
Painted his portrait 
A thousand times 
Or maybe just his smile 
And her and her canvas would follow him 
Wherever he would go

'Cause they were painters 
And they were painting themselves 
A lovely world

Oil streaked daisies 
Covered the living room wall 
He put water colored roses in her hair 
He said, "Love, I love you 
I want to give you the mountains 
The sunshine 
The sunset too 
I just want to give a world 
As beautiful as you are to me 
Cuz I'm a painter 
And I want to paint you 
A lovely world"

So they sat down 
And made a drawing of their love 
An art to live by 
They painted every passion 
Every home 
Created every beautiful child 
In the winter they were weavers of warmth 
In the summer they were carpenters of love 
They thought blue prints were too sad 
So they made them yellow

And they were painters 
And they were had painted themselves 
A lovely world

Until one day the rains fell 
As thick as black oil 
And in her heart 
She knew something was wrong 
She went running 
Through the orchard screaming 
"No God, don't take him from me!" 
And by the time she got there 
She feared he already had gone 
She got to where he lay 
Water colored roses in his hands for her 
She threw them down screaming 
"Damn you man, don't leave me 
with nothing left behind 
but these cold paintings 
these cold portraits 
to remind me!"

He said 
"Love I only leave a little 
Try to understand 
I put my soul in this life 
We've created with these four hands 
Love, I leave, but only a little 
This world holds me still 
My body may die now 
But these paintings are real"

So many seasons came 
And many seasons went 
And many times she saw her love's face 
Watering the flowers 
Talking to the trees 
And singing to his children 
And when the winds blew 
She knew he was listening 
And how he seemed to laugh along 
And how he seemed to hold her 
When she was crying

Cuz they were painters 
And they had painted themselves 
A lovely world

Eighty years 
An old lady now 
Sitting on the front porch 
Watching the clouds roll by 
They remind her of her lover 
How he left her 
And of times long ago 
When she used 
Color carelessly 
Painted his portrait 
A thousand times 
Or maybe just his smile 
And her and her canvas would follow him 
Wherever he would go 
Yes, she and her canvas still follow

Cuz they are painters 
And they are painting themselves 
A lovely... 
Yes they are painters 
And they are painting themselves 

Painters
Written byJewel
Produced byBen Keith
Engineered byJohn Nowland and Tim Mulligan
Assistant EngineerJohn Hausmann
Mixed byJohn Nowland and Tim Mulligan
Mastered byTim Mulligan
Mastered atRedwood Digital
MusiciansJewel - Guitar & Vocals
Kris Wilkinson - Strings
RecordedRedwood Digital at Broken Arrow Ranch, Woodside, CA, 1994
AlbumsPieces of You, 1995
PromosShiva Diva Doo Wop, 1994
Length6:43

     (17 known performances)


Shiva Diva Doo Wop (Promo)
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