Track 1
Artist’s Holiday

Intro. Followed by Chorus

When the leaves turn red
And the morning breeze takes on a sudden chill that stings the air;
When the days grown short and the shadows fade,
This is an ARTIST’S HOLIDAY!

And when the lazy sun
Spreads its golden hue across the cloudless sky in late September,
Turning pond to ice... here is Paradise,
On this an ARTIST’S HOLIDAY!

Soon the snow begins to fall...
A wonderland for all to share.
You hear a whippoorwill call
Deep in a willow somewhere.

And though the earth is gray,
And the drought of Nature chokes the withered flow’r and trembling vine,
Hear the church bells rings; it will soon be Spring...
Another ARTIST’S HOLIDAY!