The fields are green where the end of the rainbow falls.
The “pot of gold” is the dream of the rain as it heals the dry land.
Sweetest rainbow, will you be there when I lay in the fields of dreams?
Will you gladden my heart after tears of rain fall in sorrow?
Will the "pot of gold " be ever elusive to those who seek heartache and sorrow instead of joy?
My heart is a rainbow because I love and am loved.