 I'm floating here from red to blue,
The spectrum in between.
Shifting in from yellow,
Moving into green.
Where's the gold I'm looking for,
The cauldron black and hot.
The silver teacup overflows,
And shows me to the spot.
Is there a pot of gold,
At the end of this sweet rainbow?
Shifting in from yellow,
Feeling rather mellow, and I'm...
I'm looking for my friend.
Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
Ever (ever!)
End?
Rainbow long and winding,
Seems to never end.
But perserverance pays its price,
In looking for my friend.
The dove I know will lend a hand,
The pure no longer white.
The purple face asphyxiates,
And pales from the fight.
Is there a pot of gold,
At the end of this sweet rainbow?
Shifting in from yellow,
Feeling rather mellow, and I'm...
I'm looking for my friend.
Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
Ever (ever!)
End?
Is there a pot of gold,
At the end of this sweet rainbow?
Shifting in from yellow,
Feeling rather mellow, and I'm...
I'm looking for my friend.
Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
Ever (ever!)
End?
Is there a pot of gold,
At the end of this sweet rainbow?
Shifting in from yellow,
Feeling rather mellow, and I'm...
I'm looking for my friend.
Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
Ever (ever!)
End?
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