Eintrag 08.09.2010

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 blue,
and dreams that your dare to dream
really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me;
where troubles melt like raindrops
away from the chimney tops,
that’s where you’ll find me:

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow,
why, then, oh, why can’t I?

Repeat:

If happy little bluebirds fly,
beyond the rainbow
why, oh, why can’t I ?