From the recording Mark Brine and His Folkabilly Bluezgrass
THE PICTURE (THAT MY DADDY DREW)
Written by: Mark Brine
1. The picture that my daddy drew
It hangs in my memory
As a boy, I’d sit there by his knee ...
And watch his hands move, so gracefully
As with the patience of a true artist
He would brush each every line
With an affection, I could hardly understand
For the youth and simple-ness of my mind ... Yes ...
The picture that my daddy drew
Was a masterpiece, so great
The unselfish love (2. unselfishness) that went into it
Makes it true task to duplicate
Still, it hangs there in its frame ...
Forever there (2. for all the world) to see ...
The picture that my daddy drew ... yes
The picture that my daddy drew ... in me
2. The diversity of all the many colors ... that blended so effectively
The good, the bad, the happy-sad in it ... executed with devout accuracy
Precisioned with all its many flaws ... imperfect, so perfectly ...
when visioned at this great distance...with these adult eyes, now to see ... that ...
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