After Somewhere over the Rainbow by E. Harburg and Harold Arlen
Somewhere over His rainbow, higher than high,
There’s a place that He’s promised you once you really die.
Somewhere over that rainbow, past where skies are blue,
The dreams that you dare to dream
Give way to the Truth.
Somedays I look upon the stars
And fly off where the clouds are far behind me.
My troubles melt, I go over the top,
So high I am I can not stop,
But then He finds me.
Somewhere over the rainbow, the phoenix flies.
This bird flies over the rainbow,
Why, then, oh why can’t I?
If dead and risen birds can fly beyond the rainbow
Why oh why can’t I?