Painted By Memory Songtext

Well, look here, I drew a picture of the one who went away. I had to no-one to talk to, but I sure had a lot to say. She didn?t leave a photograph, so I?ll tell you honestly, That this had to be painted by memory. And those are the eyes that never want to see me again. And those are the lips that said my heart would mend. It may not look just like her, oh, but don?t blame me, ?Cause it had to be painted by memory. Oh, I know that this could never be called a work of art. But if, some way, I could just display the canvas of my heart, Well, you?d know I did the best I could, and you?d be proud of me, ?Cause this had to be painted by memory. And those are the eyes that never want to see me again. And those are the lips that said my heart would mend. It may not look just like her, oh, but don?t blame me, ?Cause it had to be painted by memory. I'm not a grand old painter so excuse the artist's dream, ?Cause it had to be painted by memory.