Текст песни
[Куплет 1] You set your easel by the mango stand A chipped blue cup of brushes close at hand The vendor weighs plantains, calls a price You catch the red of pepper, green of rice [Припев] Paint the market as it moves along Every little sound becomes a song You hum a tune, then let the colors flow And dream of what your next great canvas shows [Куплет 2] A woman folds her cloth of indigo A boy rolls oranges in a careful row The fishman's silver flashes in the sun You mix the shade before the day is done [Припев] Paint the market as it moves along Every little sound becomes a song You hum a tune, then let the colors flow And dream of what your next great canvas shows [Бридж] One quick line for the laughing child One soft wash for the awning wide You step back, smile, and hum once more A new blank page is waiting at your door [Припев] Paint the market as it moves along Every little sound becomes a song You hum a tune, then let the colors flow And dream of what your next great canvas shows [Аутро] The last crate's gone, the afternoon turns gold You carry home the day you caught and hold
