The portrait of Margot Berard sits
There on my wall
In a frame made escpecially to house her in safety and calm
A print of a painting by M. Pierre Auguste Renoir
The original hangs in the Met in Manhattan first floor.
She's the picture of innocence blue eyes fair curls and faint smile
A four year old girl in a pinafore and a blue blouse
The child of a friend of the artist Pierre Auguste Renoir
The original hangs Met in Manhatta first floor.
A plaque which sits under the frame on that wall in New York
Tells of Renoir who met a young girl in the garden one day
She was weeping her lesson in German that morn had been hard.
And to cheer her be painted the portrait of Margot Berard.
When I went for a walk on that late summer day in New Work
I was just killing time with my friend I knew nothing of art
I found myself there in the Met in Manhattan first floor
Face to face with the Renoir impression of Margot Berard.
I was stunned to find tears in my eyes as I stared at her face
The soul of the child shining fourth in those eyes so clear
Paint on a canvas that thrilled me right down to my core
A portrait of hope for the future is Margot Berard
And the plaque which sits under on that wall in New York
Tells of Renoir who met a young girl in the garden one day
She was weeping her lesson in German that morn had been hard
And to cheer her he painted the portrait of Margot Berard
So whenever I feel that this planet is governed by fools
That the battle is lost and there's no point anymore
I remember that print sitting there in its frame on my wall
The original hangs in the Met in Manhattan first floor.