Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 There are watercolour ponies

 On my refrigerater door

 And the shape of something

 I don't really recognize

 Drawn by careful little fingers

 And put proudly on display

 A reminder to us all

 Of 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 reverance

 For the Lord

(chorus)

 But, baby, what will we do

 When it comes back to me an you?

 They look a little less

 Like little boys every day

 Oh, the pleasure of watching

 The children growing

 Is mixed with a bitter cup

 Of knowing the watercolour ponies

 Will one day ride away

(bridge)

 And the vision can get so narrow

 As you view through your tiny world

 And little victories can go by

 With no applause

 But in the greater evaluation

 As they fly from your nest of love

 May they mount up with wings

 As eagles for His cause

 Ponies Will one day OO one day one day

  ride a way OOO