Joan (The Innocence Mission)

So, I see their easels at the water from the window I know his is not as his is never with them Seven years I've watched them sadly Watching with them, understanding Joan, my head hurts, my head hurts Joan, I must close the curtain They will come back in the evening See the way the sky is changing Can you see the colors? He would say to me Well, of course, I see the colors Sea is silver, red and white And no, you don't look, you don't see No, you don't look, you don't see In the squares of sun Slanted on the floor Slanted over my feet, Joan This is how he painted me A halo round me like our lady Bathed his brush in sun And blurred my faults away Joan, the sunlight the sunlight Joan, I must close the curtain