Portrait Of A Man (1972 Sessions)

I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man

Who has taken all the heart aches,

And all the pain he can stand.

I am using all the colors of blue,

I have here on my stand.

I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.

I can tell he is dying. I see death in his eyes.

Oh yes I know, I know when he's crying

'Tis my tears, my tears that he cries.

I am so tired of how he feels inside,

I mix the paint with my hand.

I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.

As I paint a wrinkled brow and hair that is turning grey,

Oh tell me how, how can I paint a smile

And eyes that keep turning away?

I am using all the colors of blue

I have here on my stand.

I am painting in oil, a portrait and I'm the man.

A portrait and I am the man.