Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine

1. The picture that my daddy drewIt hangs in my memoryAs a boy, I’d sit there by his knee ... And watch his hands move, so gracefullyAs with the patience of a true artistHe would brush each every lineWith an affection, I could hardly understandFor the youth and simple-ness of my  mind ... Yes ...

Chorus:The picture that my daddy drewWas a masterpiece, so greatThe unselfish love (2.selfishness) that went into itMakes it true task to duplicateStill, it hangs there in its frame ... Forever there (2. for all the world) to see ... The picture that my daddy drew ... yesThe picture that my daddy drew ... in me

2. The diversity of all the many colors ... that blended so meticulouslyThe good, the bad, the happy-sad in it ... executed with devout accuracyPrecisioned 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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