Man of Colours

And the old man rubs his failing eyes
Years of a man, a man of colors"
From a window nobody knows is there
And I can see, see through the years
And I can see, see through the years
He can see the empty street below
Years of a man, a man of colors"
And he says, "I I am a man
A simple man, a man of colors

And when I speak to this faded canvas it tells me

He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox
And he says, "I I am a man
A simple man, a man of colors
And he says, "I I am a man

A simple man, a man of colors
I have no need for words anyway"

And I can see, see through the tears
And takes a moment to watch the view
I keep your face in these picture frames
A simple man, a man of colors
And he says, "I I am a man
And the scent of the oil and brushes
And I can see, see through the years
Drifts down like a pale perfume
Years of a man, a man of colors"