Judy Garland, “Over the rainbow”


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 Harold Arlen – Yip Harburg © Mgm / Decca Recors, 1939]