by Harry Carroll

“ At the end of the rainbow there's happiness, And to find it how often I've tried, But my life is a race, just a wild goose chase, And my dreams have all been denied. Why have I always been a failure, What can the reason be? ”

“ I've Looked to the west as the sun goes down, And I've followed its glorious rays But the faster I'd run I would miss the sun, My life's full of wasted days I've always been a natural loser, Each thing I touch must fall If good luck ever came to me It would never seem right at all. ”

“ I'm always chasing rainbows, Watching clouds drifting by. My schemes are just like all my dreams, Ending in the sky, Some fellows look and find the sunshine, I always look and find the rain, Some fellows make a winning sometime, I never even make a gain, Believe me. I'm always chasing rainbows Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain. ”