You made me stop to see
the rainbow was meant for me.
I couldn't help but sing out loud,
knowing it is not a dream.
Flowers continue to bloom
as if they mirrored the blue.
Reflections of sweet love,
sent from our cloud above.
You made me stop to see,
the rainbow was meant for me.
I couldn't help but sing out loud,
knowing it is not a dream.
Where do the angels get the gift of song? Why do the rivers wind so far and long? Mountains and blue skies and then there is you and I. The road between us has a few barricades, but if your dreaming, you know we will find our way.
Where do the angels get the gift of song? Why do the rivers wind so far and long? Music sweet in the air, a tune familiar to the ear, plays a love song for you and I. Magical the sounds break the barriers that hold us down, as I listen to the music of love.
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