The Painter in The Sky

There's painter in the sky
He wakes up with the birds
He splashes out his style
Adding sweetness to the world

And then this splendid painter
Waits till our work is done
Then turns the sky far fainter
Interrupts the burning sun

The night sky shines with beauty
A hundred thousands stars
The moon fufills its duty
and wows from way afar

Then the painter goes to well earned sleep
until the birds wake from the same
When he'll rise once more to feet
And do it all again