Lyrics

THE ARTIST - By Rick Lally

There’s a shed on the green a field away
early morning sunlight, he has his place to paint.
The burning sun has just begun, inside the cool of evening lingers on and I know the artist is a man
who lives within his heart, works with his hands.

Paint upon the brush, colors mixing like a crowd
the brush stroke is to final, amber is to loud
I know the artist is a manwho lives within his heart
works with his hands.
I know the pictures painted of all the hues of evening
and the light above