No true desire burns within me now
I am no artist, lonely and supreme,
fulfilled within myself,
needing no hand -
No hand to touch
No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
No... no... no...

The wind roars in the pines and I am sad
Wanting your presence here
The bluejay flies over the ruffling water to the hill -
Lonely and dark and scattered yet with leaves.

I'd ask you why
This bird will never go south
When the prophesying geese honk past
Into a sunny heaven.

Why stay here where snow blinds
And the icy dawn is still
When there are strong blue wings
To bear you out into a wide sky,
Into a singing land?

(No hand to touch)
No hand to touch

No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist

I'd ask you that
And wait for your reply
Knowing your wisdom
Must exceed my own

The wind roars in the pines and I am sad
Wanting you here beside me.
Now I know

I am no artist
Lonely and supreme
Needing no hand to touch
No eyes to smile
Only your lips
Your presence here
Would seem to send me winging
Southward mile on mile
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist

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Writer(s): JANE TYSON CLEMENT, REBECCA THOMAS STEVENS