Come to the window
run to the door
See the sky
don’t let her go

The rain has gone
the sun has come
This bow of colours
won’t hurt someone

She links the hills
she fills the dale
A colour bridge
there stands a still

Across the ground
I can hear aloud
God’s anger sound
in the thunder cloud

Don’t miss the chance
to see what he gave
Her colours are made
to wither and fade

Come to the window
run to the door
Or she will go
before you know.