The Beau Brummels - The Painter Of Women lyrics

Seventeen lanterns are burning tonight Isn't he a sight? Sitting alone on his plush Persian rug In the blackest night With his fancies in-flight All his colors are bright And the canvas is white of The painter of women Yes, the canvas is white of The painter of women Stooped at his easel His brushes in hand He is in demand Everyone's heard how The sight in his fingers Will guide his hand He is known through the land As the blind gentle man Yes, he's the blind gentle man who's The painter of women Ya, he's the blind gentle man who's The painter of women Painting the faces Where no faces are They are bizarre and Lovely to see Selling to emperors Kings and queens Each of his dreams Each of his dreams He is always around With his love to be found And all the people surround him The painter of women I see the people surround him The painter of women All the people surround him The painter of women