[chorus:]
I wish I was a painter,
and could mix red, green and blue.
Oh, I wish I was a painter--
I'd paint a picture for you.

Blue sky is such a companion,
if you had some to hang on your wall,
then could you ever be sorry,
when night came nightly at all?

[repeat chorus]

And the seasons turning colors,
if I could paint Summer for you,
then in the deep of the Winter,
you could have some Summer too.

[repeat chorus]

Here in the hills of the Ozarks,
I've seen almost every hue.
And I just wish I could catch them,
I'd turn your wall into a view.

[repeat chorus]