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.