Portrait Of A Man - 1972 Sessions

I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man
 Who has taken all the heart aches,
 And all the pain he can stand.
 I am using all the colors of blue,
 I have here on my stand.
 I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.
 I can tell he is dying. I see death in his eyes.
 Oh yes I know, I know when he's crying
 'Tis my tears, my tears that he cries.
 I am so tired of how he feels inside,
 I mix the paint with my hand.
 I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.
 As I paint a wrinkled brow and hair that is turning grey,
 Oh tell me how, how can I paint a smile
 And eyes that keep turning away?
 I am using all the colors of blue
 I have here on my stand.
 I am painting in oil, a portrait and I'm the man.
 A portrait and I am the man.