Hello Behrman tune.

One wintry afternoon,
When the bells sang 'hello Behrman tune'
He thought he felt proper the afternoon,
He felt he had witnessed the creative force,
For his paintbrushes got blessed with colors of a rivery course,
And buried in that flow was he so deep,
He thought bells ringing he could keep,
Forever, in his eyes, hands and throat,
He thought he had been for ages rowing a boat,

And he kept on drawing figures
On the canvas lit up by the dying sun,
He kept painting dreamy shapes
Like waves falling on golden sand,
He kept coloring, while songs he sang,
Of rivers, seas, big vast oceans,
He kept working on his words
With bells singing Behrman like a surge.