Wrong rainbow ≠paleink2004-09-02 19:58:23

Hard Times (75) / Peter Yarrow

WRONG RAINBOWS

Autumn leaves are
Blowing ‘round my feet
Winter wind is at my face

Cruellest stars
Are staring down
Saying ’that

I finally lost this race
Where did I learn
My wandering ways
What was I hoping
There to find

When did I realize
Could not make up for
What I’d left behind

Must have been
The wrong rainbow
I don’t see any
Pot of gold
All I see is a man
Too old to start again

I had a girl
In the summer of my youth
She loved me
More and more each day


God only knows
Why I gave her up
For marriage to
That cold, cold highway

Never knew the years
To go so fast
Never felt
My feet so slow

I bet it all
On the yellow, reds
And blues of a ghost
I used to call my rainbow


Must have been
The wrong rainbow
I don’t see any
Pot of gold
All I see is a man
Too old to start again







There is no escaping the fact that Life is paradox; we possess forces for making ourselves happier,
In parallel, we possess forces for making ourselves miserabler…

All the best-my bubby!
wild@heart…struggling for happiness~