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.



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Thanks to (mrearsking@aol.com) for correcting these lyrics. Aug 24, 2008
Thanks to (Ebbtides) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 5, 2009
Thanks to (Ebbtides) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 5, 2009