Somewhea, ova the rainbow, way up on high, there’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby, somewhea the skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true. – Yes, somewhea Ova The Rainbow!
Somewhea ova the rainbow, you’ll find loved ones like our maternal and paternal grandmother’s, my godmother Ruth Dewalt, my Aunt Francis, my best friend Ricky Huff (he was so, oh so funny), Rick Freeman, Gregory Smith – they are all there in this place – Ova the rainbow.
Somewhea ova the rainbow, I have heard there is peace amongst all people – no racism, no sexism, no churches, no political parties, no al Quaeda, no hungry children, there’s no religion, no time clocks, taxes, jails, nor graveyards. There are neither hospitals, ambulances, nor crooked police over there – Ova the rainbow.
The African slaves would sing, moan and/or groan about this place ova the rainbow. They sung about this chariot that would swing down low and take them – Somewhea ova this rainbow.
Come on, will you go with me there – to create this beautiful place, over the rainbow, on earth?! Humph!