I remember days while painting in my studio
Sunbeams streaming though the window
Shadows from the leaves on a tree dancing on the floor
And in the noticing, was all of time a single dot
For how could time come to circumvent Eternity
I remember days while painting in my studio
Sunbeams streaming though the window
Shadows from the leaves on a tree dancing on the floor
And in the noticing, was all of time a single dot
For how could time come to circumvent Eternity