The Painter Of Landscapes (Ambiguous Song)

1.

She draws the pretty clouds of white

that drift across the sky;

paints the beautiful golden light

that pours from the suns eye.

2.

She paints the gently rolling hills

draped in velvet of green;

the daisies and the daffodils;

each lovely springtime scene.

Chorus:

And she always draws a crowd;

people shout it out aloud.

She’s the painter of landscapes;

beautiful colours and shapes.

Oh how lovely all her landscapes really are.

3.

She paints all of the tall green trees

and pretty birds that sing;

the humming, golden honeybees

and butterflies bright wings.

4.

She draws the curtain of the night

and then she paints, with love,

the moon and starlight shining bright

upon the skies above.

Chorus:

And she always draws a crowd;

people shout it out aloud.

She’s the painter of landscapes;

beautiful colours and shapes.

Oh how lovely all her landscapes really are.