The flowers bloom and the trees bear fruit,
The raindrops fall and we leap over the rainbow,
We dream fresh dreams of streams flowing,
And birds singing in a lovely paradise.
I wish I'd been to that lovely paradise,
Some years before and so save all that pain.
I can almost hear the music playing,
New chords I hear almost every day.
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