Lyrics

PAINTER’S HANDS
by Pieta Brown (copyright 2014)
Woo Jones Music BMI

If I could do this for you I would
I would raise this country to your lips
& give you a painter’s hands

Oh you, the lines on my brow
You, the shadows under my eyes
Always we watched the world going blind
Our country such a mess
Our history a stray

This stray has its head in my lap
& I have nothing to give you
Just my eagerness to please you
& an open bitterness
For your hands without a paintbrush

I think I will always see your face
That look of fear that calms me
But I can’t seem to protect you
Even though I try
This stray that will never leave me

& I have nothing to give you
Just my eagerness to please you
& an open bitterness
For your hands without a paintbrush