Children Of My Mind - Anne Murray

The painter who’s been painting all his life

Ain’t a rich man he’s got children and a wife

But he keeps painting though he knows when he dies

He’ll still be poor

But his paintings make his life so much more

And he sings won’t somebody see what I have made

Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid

Won’t somebody come and see the thing that makes me whole

Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul

The writer who’s been writing oh so long

Ain’t a rich man no one ever sings his songs

But he keeps writing

Songs he knows no ear we’ll ever hear

'Cause he feels that if he stopped he’ll disappear

So he sings won’t somebody listen to my song

It won’t take long, it won’t take long

Won’t somebody listen to the thing that makes me whole

Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul

Won’t somebody listen to my song

It won’t take long, it won’t take long

Won’t somebody listen to the thing that makes me whole

Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul

The children of my mind become the orphans of my soul