The sun of a new age Still hasn’t got that warm glow, Now my work’s reached a warmer stage, It is faith’s courage, that I know. If nothing can fulfil my world, My origins make me whole, So I paint Georgian curls, Embroider the globe a stole.
The sun of a new age Still hasn’t got that warm glow, Now my work’s reached a warmer stage, It is faith’s courage, that I know. If nothing can fulfil my world, My origins make me whole, So I paint Georgian curls, Embroider the globe a stole.