Kate Wolf - Eyes of a painter

Grey-haired and flint-eyed, his ^Gs

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un^Cbur

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ned ^Gface lined ^CGrandpa was a ^Gman of few ^Dwords ^GHe had a way of not ^Gwa

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nt^Cing

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to ^Gsay Any ^Fmore than he ^Emthought would be ^Dheard

The ^Glong years of living, ^Gda

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y ^Cto

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day ^Ggiving Had ^Ccarved out a ^Gmap on his ^Amface With ^Glittle to ^Close, he'd ^Glearned how to ^Cchoose And his ^Gchoices were ^Deasy to ^Gtrace

He had the ^Deyes of a painter ^C Heart of a maker of ^Gsongs His ^Bmwords fell like rain on the ^Cdry desert plain ^D Precious and so quickly ^Ggone

From a long line of teachers, ^Gwhi

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te ^CBapt

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ist ^Gpreachers He was ^Cborn with an ^GIndian ^Dwill His ^Gquiet dark eyes ^Gre

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ad^Cing

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the ^Glight As he ^Frode in the ^Emlow Osage ^Dhills

His ^Gschool was the prairie, the ^GSag

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e, ^Cthe

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wild ^Gberry The ^CQuail, the ^Gwide open ^Amsky The ^GCottonwood ^Cthicket by the ^Gslow rolling ^Criver The ^GRedbud and the ^Dhot cattle ^Gdrive

He had the ^Deyes of a painter ^C Heart of a maker of ^Gsongs His ^Bmwords fell like rain on the ^Cdry desert plain ^D Precious and so quickly ^Ggone ^{Bm C D G}

There were days filled with thinking,^G nig

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hts ^Cwith

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the ^Gdrinking For a ^Clost love that ^Graged like a ^Dstorm Ah, but ^Ghow his eyes smiled, when he ^Gtal

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ked ^Cto

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a ^Gchild ^F The rough hands so ^Emgentle and ^Dwarm

His ^Gstrong arms were brown where the ^Glo

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ng ^Csleeves

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rolled ^Gdown On his ^Cfaded ^Gblue cotton ^Amshirt When ^Gtimes got ^Chard, he'd go ^Gout in the ^Cyard And he'd ^Gcuss away^D some of his ^Ghurt

He had the ^Deyes of a painter ^C Heart of a maker of ^Gsongs His ^Bmwords fell like rain on the ^Cdry desert plain ^D Precious and so quickly ^Ggone

Now the garden's grown dusty, the^G ha

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nd-^Caxe

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lies ^Grusty The ^Cdoor's banging ^Ghard in the ^Dwind Grandpa's ^Gstore is closed down, like ^Gmo

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st ^Cof

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the ^Gtown ^F And it won't be ^Emopen a^Dgain

And a ^Gbig white car ^Gsits

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out ^Cin

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the ^Gyard Of the ^Chouse he built ^Gsolid and ^Amtrue Ah, but ^GI see his ^Ceyes^G burning to^Cnight Like the ^Gstars in the ^Dsky he once ^Gknew

He had the ^Deyes of a painter ^C Heart of a maker of ^Gsongs His ^Bmwords fell like rain on the ^Cdry desert plain ^D Precious and so quickly ^Ggone His ^Bmwords fell like rain on the ^Cdry desert plain ^D Precious and so quickly ^Ggone