The Conundrum of Art by RICH VALENTINE Lyrics
[Intro]
When first the flush of a new-born sun fell first on the green and gold
Our father Adam sat under the tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
The first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves
"It's pretty, but is it Art ?"
When first the flush of a new-born sun fell first on the green and gold
Our father Adam sat under the tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
The first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves
"It's pretty, but is it Art ?"