Under the Painted Sky All is calm, the night is falling down the sun the moon is climbing slowly in the sky the slarlight's curtain rising. Blue, the sky of daytime deepens, Yellow sun burns gold, then red, then slips away when the moon shines white as snow. The sky's a colored canvas, all a-glow. As we end another busy day of time and dreams to fill Under the painted sky all safe and warm and sleepy and still.
