Right on time.
Good morning.
Good morning,
Stephen.
I had never seen anything like this before.
All around the square were the village
artists and their paintings.
all in little rows along the sidewalk.
Ambition on a wooden stand.
Dreams with price tags
on them.
Instantly, I go to France to study.
A touch of Rembrandt in the hair,
a bit of Ren oir here and there.
My friends, I fear these people
know not what they see.
I'll show them all a thing or two.
I'll be a cubist, true and true.
They tell me all that modern stuff's
in great demand.
There's a magic fire
that warms an artist's hands.
It makes our canvas the rainbow's en d.
Our brush a loyal and con
stant friend.
And though unrecognized we may be,
Someday, someday, every door
We love them right before us
Wanna walk some?
Walk, run, hop, skip, jump,
long as I'm with you
I love the village in summer
All the people look so happy
down here