(John Woloschuk)

See the rainbow by that grove of trees
Has it not appeared quite suddenly?
Look there ... up in the sky
Can you still pretend to deny
It's a little bit strange
How the stars rearrange
Everytime we wander here ... it's always the same
Well isn't it strange?

A lilting song floats upon the air
Whenever the wind whispers through your hair
And with one great bit beautiful smile
You bring out the sun for awhile
Wouldn't you consider it odd?
When the whole world starts to throb
Everytime I hold your here ... near to my heart
Now isn't that odd?

Around and around an around ring-a-rose
Let's make-believe it's a merry-go-round
We go ... like so
I'm as dizzy as a top, I'm a tumbling down
And what's more fun than a fumbling clown
Dancing through the green grass with your hands in the air
Touching the sky up there
Ooh! Why does ... everything you touch feel so fresh and new
How is it spring seems to follow you?
Cause where your feet have touched the ground
The meadows with flowers abound
Nothing could be quite so wild
As skipping through them like a child
Everytime I'm here with you
Everytime I'm here with you
Everytime you bring me to
Tokeymor Field ... Tokeymor Field (repeat fade)