Last modified on 13 July 2014, at 16:30

Finian's Rainbow

Finian's Rainbow is a musical with a book by E.Y. Harburg and Fred Saidy, lyrics by Harburg, and music by Burton Lane

(sung)"When I was a child, said my father, said he,
I've an elegant legacy waitin' for thee,
'Tis a rhyme for your lip and a song for your heart,
To sing it whenever the world falls apart,

Look, look, look to the rainbow,
Follow it over the hill and stream,
Look, look, look to the rainbow,
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.

It's a sumptuous gift to bequeath to a child,
For the lure of that song keeps me head runnin' wild,
It's a rhyme for me lip and a song for me heart,
And I sing it whenever the world falls apart,

Look, look, look to the rainbow,
Follow it over the hill and stream,
Look, look, look to the rainbow,
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.

So I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free,
To the East with the lark, to the West with the sea,
And I searched all the Earth, and I scanned all the skies,
But I found it at last in my own true love's eyes,

Look, look, look to the rainbow,
Follow it over the hill and stream,
Look, look, look to the rainbow,
Follow the fellow who follows a dream,
Follow the fellow, follow the fellow,
Follow the fellow who follows a dream".


(Sung) "I hear a bird, a Glockamorra bird,
It may well be he’s bringing me a cheerin’ word,
I feel a breeze, a River Shannon breeze,
It may well be it’s followed me across the seas,
So tell me, please.

How are things in Gloccamorra, is the little brook still leapin’ there,
Does it still run down from Donny Cove, through Kilibegs, Kilkerry and Kildare,
How are things in Gloccamorra,
Is that willow tree still weepin’ there,
Does the laddie with the twinklin’ eye, come whistlin’ by,
And does he walk away, sad and dreamy there,
Not to see me there.

So I ask each weepin’ willow, and each brook along the way,
And each lad that comes a-whistlin’ Tooralay,
How are things in Gloccamorra this fine day?"