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Come on Up
Does the rain wash away
the colours from the rainbow?
Do the clouds cry out
as the rain drains away?
Can we see teardrops on the mountain
and the fire-flies in the day?
Is there a golden heaven up there
just waiting, high above?
Do the snowflakes dance
to a tune in the wind?
Does the sky up above hold on
to its daydreams?
Can we see the deep drifts, up there in the valleys,
the edelweiss out, in bloom?
Is it a heaven up there,
just waiting to be claimed?
Does the high wind scream
as it drives through the ether?
Do the bright lights of night
scintillate through our dreams?
Is there a heaven up above
or an elusive crock of gold?.
The rain does wash
away all the troubles,
and the clouds,
they do scream
as the fireflies burn.
The snow covers the mountain
To hide all its sins.
And the sky gazes by
in a drunken obscurity
Whilst high up above,
the blooms they are precious.
Tthe tempest so strong
there’s no place for a heaven.
Does the rain wash away
the colours from the rainbow?
Do the snowflakes dance
to a tune in the wind?
Can we talk of the moonbeams
as it drives away the colours?
Is there a heaven up above?
Come on up, or wait and see.
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