The purple sun is shining in the yellow sky.
The band plays in the waterbutt and no one here knows why.
We're marching over hilltops, through the heather and the moss.
All creatures from the circus of the late Hieronymus Bosch.
And we're laughing and we're singing and we're everybody's friend.
'Cos behind the candy mountains is the Land at Rainbow's End.

I walk in front and beside me my cats.
Behind us are two donkeys with saucepans on their heads.
Here comes my friend the peacock, who lays an egg while he strolls.
And when you shake that egg you see it snowing on St.Paul's.

I offer my hand to the queen of the night,
because she said the sunshine was too strong for her sight.
The blacksmith's fire is roaring, making fifty nails a day,
for the hanging tree wood coffin where the mockingbirds used to play.

The deep blue sun is shining in the crimson sky.
The band plays in the waterbutt and no one here knows why.
We're marching over hilltops through the heather and the moss.
All creatures from the circus of the late Hieronymus Bosch.
And we're laughing and we're singing and we're everybody's friend.
'Cos behind the candy mountains is the Land at Rainbow's End.

We've just escaped from the evil king of Spain.
He locked us up because the rain staid mainly in the plain.
So we're heading for the mountains not far away from here.
We eat our fish and chips and wash them down with pints of beer.

And now it's all over, the happy days have come.
The sailors drink too much but we know what we'll do with them.
We'll take them to the party Mr. Sandman gives tonight.
We'll feed them sandy cake and everything will be alright.

The silver sun is shining in the golden sky.
The band still in the waterbutt, and no one here knows why.
We're marching over hilltops through the heather and the moss.
All creatures from the circus of the late Hieronymus Bosch.
And we're laughing and we're singing and we're everybody's friend.
'Cos behind the candy mountains is the Land at Rainbow's End.
At Rainbow's End. At Rainbow's End...