Don’t paint my soul
The model said
I don’t want them to know
The sorrow and the sadness
Of all the years gone by
Don’t mark the ageing of my face
Or lines around the mouth
But paint me kindly
Young, carefree
Please
Make the paint brush lie
Don’t paint my soul
The model said
I don’t want them to know
The sorrow and the sadness
Of all the years gone by
Don’t mark the ageing of my face
Or lines around the mouth
But paint me kindly
Young, carefree
Please
Make the paint brush lie
Waterside Writers