Lyrics: “Painters Poets & Past”

Painters, poets and past
(Martin Blom)

You stood in the kitchen waved by the window
Your smile was as tenderly welcomin’ home
Soon we were seated and eagerly talking
Building the day like a beautiful poem.

Recalling the days we could sit there for hours
Talking of painters, poets and past
We walked in the garden surrounded by flowers
Knowing that nothing will forever last.

You’d call on the phone to hear the sound of our voices
Telling an old friend had suddenly died
You’ll sigh and say, life isn’t always a fair game
Nothing remains, but life’s open and wide

Your house had the spirit with days to remember
Talking of painters, poets and past
Your love was a light for every family member
We’ll share it and spread it, ‘cause nothing will forever last.