From the album Long Road

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Recorded live at the Sylvia Theater, York, SC

Lyrics

My Mother the Artist

In the mountains and valleys
Collected in frames
Strange sounding places with
Strange sounding names
They're all tinted with majesty
Painted with joy
With a light for the living
And a day for the dark

Chorus:

And I thank God for the hand
Of my Mother, the artist
Who painted this child full of love
And it took years full of patience
And though I'm not finished
I'll just thank her for what she's begun

The world through her eyes
Is a place full of beauty
She taught me to see it that way
With a thousand and one
Ideas for loving
That are found in just
One single day

Chorus

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