Wrong Rainbow (1975)
Peter Yarrow
Autumn leaves are falling round my feet
Winter wind is at my face
Cruelest stars are staring down
Telling me I've finally lost the race
Where did I learn my wandering ways?
What was I hoping there to find?
How could I realize what lie ahead
Could not make up for what I left behind?
Chorus
Must have been the wrong rainbow
I don't see any pot of gold
All I see is a man, too old to start again
Solo
I had a girl in the summer of my youth
I loved her more and more each day
God only knows why I gave her up
For marriage to that cold, cold highway
Never knew the years could go so fast
Never felt my feet so slow
I bet it all on the yellows reds and blues
That ghost I used to call my rainbow
Chorus
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