Painter

He’s a lovely man with a whistle on his lips
A painter and he loves to paint red tulips
A good guy and a friend to everyone he meets
And when he buys new paint in the little store
You see him smile when he walks out the door … Uhuhuuuuuuuu
He said play me a picture
I said paint me a song
For many years we’ve come together each day
I sing about flowers and he paints for hours and when I go
I say «See you Monday»
We sat down on his balcony
Watched the people from above and drank a cup of tea
I said, lets turn the tables for just one day
He gave me his brushes and I gave him my guitar
We smiled and he started to play … Uhuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
He said play me a picture
I said paint me a song
For many years we’ve come together each day
I sing about flowers and he paints for hours and when I go
I say «See you Monday»
One day a man came and said.
I pay millions for your art
The painter said «thanks, I’m as rich as I can be
'Cause I’ve all the things you can’t buy …
With money»… Uhuhuuuuu
He said play me a picture
I said paint me a song
For many years we’ve come together each day
I sing about flowers and he paints for hours and when I go
I say «See you Monday»