Paint her a picture, James

She’s afraid she’ll forget the rain on the river

Put in colors, James

It isn’t for long, and just once

You can give her something that comes from your living dear James

Something that comes from your hand

Something that comes from your hand

She’s called you from a phone booth, James

To talk of the weather and the song that you gave her

Let her believe you, James

From out of your life, pick something to save her

Something that comеs from your living dear James

Something that comеs from your hand

Something that comes from your hand

She calls you an artist, dear James

Oh, but you haven’t known her long enough

So you don’t know what to bring her

Share your visions with her, James

For your dreams, they are clear

And with your eyes you can sing her something that comes from your living dear James

Something that comes from your hand

Something that comes from your hand