From the recording Old Timey Tunes, Vol. 2

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Written by: Mark Brine
1. Here’s to the artist whose work is unknown Who sees into something but he sees it aloneAnd he wakes up discouraged to a world that’s still blindTo his concepts and ideas ahead of their time
2. Here’s to the battle and the field where he diesA thousand times over yet somehow survivesOnly to stand up to fall down againMay he like his heroes before him transcend
Chorus:Here’s to the artist who dedicates allWhose ears are compulsively hearing a callMay his efforts be noticed before he is goneHere’s to the artist and the hard road he’s on
3. And let’s raise our voices for the presently blindWho shift like the wind and are socially mindFor tonite they are sleeping, tomorrow they’ll wakeAnd claim the same artist last night they’d forsake©1985 /Mark Brine Music (BMI)