A PAINTER SETS SAIL.

4 daysfrom tahiti, after a tropical storm.
A painter touches canvas with a loveliness so warm.
Each stroke to the rhythm of the waves,creaking timbers breaking waves on it's way thru crew lies sleeping on the deck awakening to blue blue skies,blue,blue skies.
See fog on the horizon,our trip across a fine shining ocean,putting eyes on beautiful skies,shining isles in the distance after many days at sea.
People come out to meet us wearing flowers in their hair,wearing flowers in their hair.
Come aboard to meet us,we got something we can trade,all we have is a picture of this wondrous escapade,of this wondrous escapade.
We go walking round the island,drinking fresh water from the stream,this whole place is a paradise as watch dusky maidens wash their clothes,as we watch beautiful women wash their clothes.
Gonna build a house on the island,live there till i die,and spend my last days painting every inch of tahiti's sky,blue,blue sky.
4 days sailing from tahiti,after a tropical storm.
A painter takes his brush and canvas
and paints a loveliness so warm,so warm.
And a painter sets sail.