Shade Of White Bluegrass

The painting that hangs on my wall
It doesn’t really make sense at all
But then it starts to go to my head
And now I see something instead

A field of fallen snow
A shade of white

A field of fallen snow
A shade of white

Dark fall colors
Ebb and flow
Brings back time
Frozen still

The painter painting his own affairs
Does he know that anybody cares
Cause somehow I know that it’s me
This painting I bought it you see

A field of fallen snow
A shade of life

Dark fall colors
Ebb and flow
Brings back time
Frozen still

A field of fallen snow
A shade of