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