Watercolour Ponies Songtext
von Wayne Watson

There were watercolor ponies on my refrigerator door
In the shape of something I don′t really recognize
Brushed with careful little fingers and put proudly on display
A reminder to us all how time flies

Seems an endless mound of laundry and a stairway laced with toys
Gives a blow by blow reminder of the war
That we fight for their well-being, for their greater understanding
To impart a holy reverence for the Lord

Baby, what will we do
When it comes back to me and you?
They look a little less like little boys every day
Oh, the pleasure of watching children growing
Is mixed with a bitter cup of knowing
That the watercolor ponies are gonna one day
Gonna ride away


And the vision can get so narrow
As you view through your tiny world
And the little victories come and go with no applause
But in the greater evaluation
Yeah, when they fly from your nest of love
May they mount up with wings as eagles for His cause
Yeah, that's what I′ve been praying for
Still I wonder

Baby, what are we gonna do
When it comes back to me and you?
They don't look anything like little ones anymore these days
And the pleasure of watching little children growing
Is mixed with a bitter cup of knowing
That the watercolor ponies are gonna one day
One day they will ride away
They will ride away