(John Woloschuk) See the rainbow by that grove of trees Has it not appeared quite suddenly? Look there ... up in the sky Can you still pretend to deny It's a little bit strange How the stars rearrange Everytime we wander here ... it's always the same Well isn't it strange? A lilting song floats upon the air Whenever the wind whispers through your hair And with one great bit beautiful smile You bring out the sun for awhile Wouldn't you consider it odd? When the whole world starts to throb Everytime I hold your here ... near to my heart Now isn't that odd? Around and around an around ring-a-rose Let's make-believe it's a merry-go-round We go ... like so I'm as dizzy as a top, I'm a tumbling down And what's more fun than a fumbling clown Dancing through the green gra** with your hands in the air Touching the sky up there Ooh! Why does ... everything you touch feel so fresh and new How is it spring seems to follow you? Cause where your feet have touched the ground The meadows with flowers abound Nothing could be quite so wild As skipping through them like a child Everytime I'm here with you Everytime I'm here with you Everytime you bring me to Tokeymor Field ... Tokeymor Field (repeat fade)