Every rainbow has a bluejay
Perched atop a pot of gold
In the cloudburst is a birdcage
But a song it cannot hold

There's a scallop in the coinpurse
Nickels notched into the shell
Every fountain has a penny
At the bottom of a well

Every shovel can move mountains
For the diamonds that remain
Every splinter needs a finger
Every ring can be a link within the chain

Every voice has a message
Every meaning traveled far
Every orchard sowing sunlight
Every tree contains a star

Now the sun is passing over
Marked in shadow for a spell
Reveals a stairway of stonework
And the sounds are flowing upwards
From the bottom of the well
From the bottom of the well
You hear them flowing upwards
From the bottom of the well