way up high.

in a land that i heard of once in a lullaby

someday i'll wish upon a star

and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops. thats where youl find me



somewhere over the rainbow 

skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream realy do come true.



if happy little blue birds fly beond the rainbow 

why ? oh why 

cant i



						     



						     Thanks to Georgia