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
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