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  • 作词 : Jewel
    作曲 : Jewel
    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 of times long ago
    When she used to color carelessly painted his portrait a thousand times
    Or maybe just his smile
    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 you a world as beautiful as you are to me
    Cause I'm a painter and i want to paint you
    A lovely world'

    So they sat down and made a drawing of their love
    They made it an art to live by
    They painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful child
    In the winter they were weavers of warmth
    In summer they were carpenters of love
    They thought blue prints were too sad
    So they made them yellow
    They were painters and they were painting themselves
    A lovely world

    Until one day the rain 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!'
    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 loves face watering the flowers
    Talking to the trees and singing to his children
    And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening 'nd how he seamed to laugh along
    How he seemed to hold her when she was crying
    'Cause they were painters and they have 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 to color carelessly
    Painted his portrait a thousand times
    Or maybe just his smile
    Her and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
    Yes, her and her canvas still follow
    'Cause they are painters and they are painting themselves
    A lovely
    'Cause they are painters and they are painting themselves
    A lovely world
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Jewel
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jewel
    [00:10.107] Eighty years, an old lady now
    [00:15.112] Sitting on the front porch
    [00:17.751] Watching the clouds roll by
    [00:18.994] They remind her of her lover,
    [00:21.724] How he left her of times long ago
    [00:27.694] When she used to color carelessly painted his portrait a thousand times
    [00:34.429] Or maybe just his smile
    [00:38.542] Her and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
    [00:45.056] 'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
    [00:49.014] A lovely world
    [00:58.664]
    [01:03.247] Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
    [01:10.684] He put water-colored roses in her hair
    [01:14.904] He said, 'Love, I love you
    [01:17.896] I want to give you the mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too
    [01:26.381] I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me
    [01:35.541] Cause I'm a painter and i want to paint you
    [01:40.261] A lovely world'
    [01:45.741]
    [01:50.866] So they sat down and made a drawing of their love
    [01:55.766] They made it an art to live by
    [01:59.034] They painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful child
    [02:07.152] In the winter they were weavers of warmth
    [02:11.018] In summer they were carpenters of love
    [02:14.268] They thought blue prints were too sad
    [02:17.699] So they made them yellow
    [02:21.295] They were painters and they were painting themselves
    [02:25.407] A lovely world
    [02:32.842]
    [02:38.258] Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
    [02:45.089] And in her heart she knew something was wrong
    [02:49.845] She went running through the orchard screaming,
    [02:53.772] 'No God, don't take him from me!'
    [02:58.136] By the time she got there
    [03:00.378] She feared he already had gone
    [03:09.566] She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her
    [03:21.340] She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me
    [03:26.000] With nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits
    [03:32.012] To remind me
    [03:39.394]
    [03:41.945] He said,
    [03:44.331] 'Love I only leave a little, try to understand
    [03:53.964] I put my soul in this life we've created with these four hands
    [04:04.135] Love, I leave, but only a little this world holds me still
    [04:13.665] My body may die now, but these paintings are real.'
    [04:24.092]
    [04:40.361] So many seasons came and many seasons went and many times she saw her loves face watering the flowers
    [04:50.571] Talking to the trees and singing to his children
    [04:56.945] And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening 'nd how he seamed to laugh along
    [05:04.198] How he seemed to hold her when she was crying
    [05:10.404] 'Cause they were painters and they have painted themselves
    [05:14.307] A lovely world
    [05:21.943]
    [05:27.982] Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
    [05:34.254] Watching the clouds roll by
    [05:35.583] They remind her of her lover
    [05:38.454] How he left her and of times long ago
    [05:43.781] When she used to color carelessly
    [05:46.435] Painted his portrait a thousand times
    [05:50.583] Or maybe just his smile
    [05:54.995] Her and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
    [05:59.759] Yes, her and her canvas still follow
    [06:07.034] 'Cause they are painters and they are painting themselves
    [06:10.606] A lovely
    [06:13.939] 'Cause they are painters and they are painting themselves
    [06:17.680] A lovely world