See the rainbow by that grove of trees? Has it not appeared quite suddenly? Look there, up in the sky Can you still pretend to deny It's a little bit strange How the stars rearrange Everytime we wander here It's always the same Now isn't it strange?
A LILTING song floats upon the air Whenever the wind whispers through your hair And with one great big beautiful smile You bring out the sun for a while Wouldn't you consider it odd When the whole world starts to throb Everytime I hold you here Near to my heart Now isn't that odd?
Around and around and around ring-a-rose Let's make believe it's a merry-go-round We go...like so I'm as dizzy as a top I'm a-tumblin' down And what's more fun than a fumbling clown Dancing through the green grass With your hands in the air Touching the sky up there
Oooh, why does everything you touch Feel so fresh and new? How is it spring seems to follow you? 'Cause where your feet have touched the ground The meadows with flowers abound Nothing could be quite so wild As skipping through them like a child Everytime I'm here with you Everytime I'm here with you Everytime you bring me to Tokeymore Field To Tokeymore FieldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
