Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high, There`s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
That proves you are unusual, returned the Scarecrow; and I am convinced the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then - oh, why can`t I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why, oh why, can`t I