Safe within my ivory tower
I contemplate the Manhattan skyline
can't see the woods for the trees
I watch the people way below
Moving in some other sort of lifetime...
And buildings that stand grey and tall
Look in through my window
But I want to see a patch of green...
I'll picture this upon a screen
And paint the grass
A thousand shades of summer
oh, in a portrait of a dream
I'll picture this in magazines
A photograph of fields in different colours
oh, in a portrait of a dream
Clouds are forming overhead
And rain falls in a testament of silence
feels like an omen to me
Above the city's concrete walls
The sun shines through and silhouettes the sidewalks...
And there beneath the gleaming spires
Small, yet so familiar
I see a perfect patch of green...
I'll picture this upon a screen
And paint the grass
A thousand shades of summer
oh, in a portrait of a dream
I'll picture this in magazines
A photograph of fields in different colours
oh, in a portrait of a dream
And every morning I will see out of my window
An illustration to my soul
it won't fade away
And in my hear I'll keep the memory
Like a photo
That's all I ever need to know...
Let the image come to me
Of nature's resurrection
And focus on a patch of green...
I'll picture this upon a screen
And paint the grass
A thousand shades of summer
oh, in a portrait of a dream
I'll picture this in magazines
A photograph of fields in different colours
oh, in a portrait of a dream