Painting The Parlour

There's a twinkle in the twilight

as a man walks down on the street . 
While the parlour lights of Belfast touch

the place where old ghosts meet .
Standing just inside a doorway

in a parlour small and quaint .
Is the painter on a platform

with a bucket full of paint .
All the nosey passers by looked in

and saw him decorate, 
Then someone pointed out to him

that he'd made a small mistake .
So around and around the parlour

the painter took a peek ,
In the corner was a piano

that overlooked the street ,
But the high polish that once it had

was now covered in paint .
The words that came from the painter's mouth

were not those of a Saint .