Sitting Under a Rainbow

by **issarosette** Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:31 pm

I’m sitting under the rainbow
Sick of chasing pots of gold
looking up from way down low.

Some will say I gave up on my dreams,
But you know its not so bad here,
Looking up at coloured seams.

Chasing that elusive pot
doesn’t seem so important
for I found I have the lot.

Friends colour my pathway,
Prisms of internal light,
A different sort of pay.

So I will sit under my rainbow
Enjoying waves of colour
Knowing it will never go.

Let me be a bright stripe
In the rainbow of your life
Forget internal strife
Let rainbows light your life.

by **pegasus202** Thu Jun 26, 2008 11:04 am

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 the dreams that you 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 lemon drops,
Away above 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?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can't I?

by **m3ga._.l0rd** Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:40 pm

There's nane that's blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, &c.

Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?

Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.

by **m3ga._.l0rd** Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:41 pm

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.

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