My father was a painter, but I never thought
That when I grow up I'd miss someone that I never knew
Sometimes I remember things I can't forget
When I ask the Lord to show me, this is what He said

It's a long, long way to be from home
It's a long, long road that you've walked alone
But if you'll keep on walking, and never look back
I will show you all the paintings that your father kept

You paint your life in green, your troubles seem so blue
Take a little bit of yellow to paint the sun and moon
And when the night time falls, take a little bit of white
Cos white will make the stars shine in the darkest night

It's a long, long way to be from home
It's a long, long road that you've walked alone
But if you'll keep on walking, and never look back
I will show you all the paintings that your father kept

Now I have seen the Painter touching souls with His brush
Painting me next to strangers but He never rushed
Sometimes I understand Him, most of the times I don't
But I know He's right beside me on every single road

It's a long, long way to be from home
It's a long, long road that you've walked alone
But if you'll keep on walking, and never look back
I will show you all the paintings that your father kept
I will show you all the paintings
That your father kept