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 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 flyover the rainbow,
why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow
why, oh why can't I.

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Writer(s): MARTIN GLOVER, PENNY RIMBAUD