Oh, well, you see, back in
Glockomorrow, where we come from,
there's an old legend.
And it says, you'll never grow old, and you'll never grow poor,
if you look to the rainbow, beyond the next moor.
That's a lovely legend.
Aye.
Wonder who thought it up.
Me father,
Finnian
McLonaghan.
On the day she was born,
said her father, said he,
I've an elegant legacy waiting for ye.
It is a rhyme for your lip
and a song for your heart
To sing it whenever the
world falls apart
Look, look, look to the rainbow
Follow it over the hill and stream
Look, look, look to the rainbow
Follow the fellow who follows a dream
So I bundled me hat
And I roamed the world free
To the east with a lark
To the west with the sea
And I searched all the earth
And I scanned all the skies
But I found it at last in my
own true love's eyes
Look, look, look to the rainbow
Follow it over the hill and stream
Look, look, look to the rainbow
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
Follow the fellow.
Follow the fellow.
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
You