No Pot Of Gold
No Pot Of Gold
A pretty rainbow in the sky
Always makes me wonder why
All my troubles far seem to fly
So I have no more cause to cry.
There's no pot of gold that I spy
At its end, I know, and still I sigh
For that mirage I seem to espy
Up in the blue sky, up ever so high.
On its beautiful colours I rely
To lift up my spirits so that I
Feel happy, so that Hope is nigh..
And will be so till the day I die.