Softly will enfold you
You know what you could be
Its rainbow's end won't hold you
And he loves the world a lot
What you should been?
His twilight words may melt the slush
Why you worry all the time?
Tell me, my friend
Tell me, my friend
It gurgles through the timeless glade
You know what you could be
Listen to the song of life
In case the truth be frightening
No policy is up for sale
And if he's kind and gentle too
Its crimson shapes and purple sounds
In quarter tones of lightning
He might tell you 'bout what is
Why you worry all the time?
Or even 'bout what is not
Of what you have been taught
