On my window there hangs a frame
It's made of wood
Arched up from sometime long ago
Before the picture beared a name
And on the wall, sitting so high
Like a candle's smoke blown out to night
Raised to the sky, to fill an empty clear blue sky
They'll come a day
Where you will shine beyond my time
You'll paint a picture, with love
For each and every day
There's only so much time before I leave
This house of mine is cold and empty
And not far behind, with your painting
For my wooden frame
They'll come a day
Where you will shine beyond my time
You'll paint a picture, with love
For each and every day