© 2021 Matthew Costello

Verse 1
Searching English Lanes and roads
For landscapes he might paint
Inspired by the sky and clouds floating by
He whispers a prayer to the saint

In the night, mystic and bright
He discovers the scene to create
Jots down some notes, quickly buttons his coat
Rushes to his studio gate

Chorus
Light of night flows on the canvas
Color and brush are in tune
Extraordinary blended with ordinary life
By the artist that hung the moon

Verse 2
16 years young, palette in hand
Shivers in a winter coat
No fire in his room , no wood to consume,
His parents disapprove of his hope

Undismayed, he nurtures his gift
Earns respect from those he admires
In galleries behold, his paintings are sold
The world of success is acquired

Chorus
Light of night flows on the canvas
Color and brush are in tune
Extraordinary blended with ordinary life
By the artist that hung the moon

Bridge
Living life beyond his means
Painting to pay off his debt
Faster, quicker, paint more and more
Pray to end this financial roulette

Verse 3
He paints and paints ‘til he paints no more
His light slowly dims from disease
Last words in his last hours, no sun no moon no stars
Their light in his art his legacy

Young girl walks, basket in arm
Warm glow in the house, rain is done
Branches of trees, barren of leaves,
Reach for the stars, silver moon catches the sun

Chorus
Light of night flows on the canvas
Color and brush are in tune
Extraordinary blended with ordinary life
By the artist that hung the moon