Somewhere, over the rainbow,
way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of
once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
skies are bule,
and the dreams that you dare
to
dream really do come true.
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
and make up
where the clouds are far
behind me
Where troubles melt
like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops,
That’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow,
bulebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then – oh, why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds
fly beyond the rainbow
why oh why can’t I?
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