Sculptress - David Knopfler

Sunrise on the bay

Sculptress of the island

Shapes faces from the clay

Sunrise sees her smiling

Or is she smiling?

She paints the endless wave

Paints the endless wave

No pain, no suffering

Her picture draws us in

Brush strokes upon her skin

Perfect skin

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad

Feel the warming sand

Salt dry sculpted hands

Caressing sighs

Madness with shinin' eyes

Remembers words I said

She’d be here this day

Remembering that smile

Once she disbelieved me

Some prediction made

She makes faces that dance in her dreams

Her breathless dreams

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad

Don’t be sad, don’t be sad