No true desire burns within me now I am no artist, lonely and supreme Fulfilled within myself Needing no hand No hand to touch No eyes to smile No lips to speak I am no artist I am no artist I am (No) The wind blows in the pines and I am sad Wanting your presence here (Presence here) (With you) The blue jay flies over the ruffling water to the hill Lonely and dark and scattered yet with leaves I'd ask you why This bird will never go South When the prophets think he has passed into a sunny Heaven Why stay here? When snow blinds in the icy darkness still When there are strong blue wings to bear you out into a sky Into a singin' land Needing no hint No eyes to smile No lips to speak I am no artist I am no artist I am (I am) (No) No artist I'd ask you that And wait for your reply Knowing your wisdom must exceed my own The wind blows and the pines line the sand Wanting you here beside me Now I know I am no artist Lonely and supreme Needing no hand to tie No eyes to smile Only your lips Your presence here Would seem to send me winging Southward, mile on mile I am no artist I am no artist I am no artist I am no artist I am (No) Artist