Paul Roland - The poets and the painters

^BmShe met him on the staircase as the ^Ggallery was closing, ^Dnoting as she passed him that ^F#mtears welled in his eyes, ^Bmand turning she called softly "Why s^Gir, you are the painter. ^DWhy then are you grieving, are your ^F#mdreams not realised?"

And she said "^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthose who used his mind, ^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthee."

^Bm"Madam" he proceeded "it's in^Gdeed my exhibition. The ^Dpictures you admire I have ^F#mpainted through the years. Yet ^Bmonly now I see that as I ^Glook upon their faces The ^Dpromise of my youth it does ^F#mhold me insincere."

And she said "^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthose who used his mind, ^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthee."

^A"But God looks ^Bdown and laughs at ^F#mme, ^AStill God looks ^Bdown and laughs at ^F#mme."

^Bm"Once I was enamoured of the ^Gmuse that he had sent me, I de^Dlighted in her courting and ^F#mworked unceasingly. I was ^Bmfeted and I was flattered, but ^Gby degrees unfaithful. I ^Ddidn't even notice when ^F#mshe deserted me."

And she said "^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthose who used his mind, ^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthee."

^A"But God looks ^Bdown and laughs at ^F#mme, ^AStill God looks ^Bdown and laughs at ^F#mme."

And she said "^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthose who used his mind, ^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthee. ^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthose who used his mind, ^GGod will be ^Akind to the ^Bmpoets and the painters, ^GGod will be ^Akind to ^F#mthee."