WRIGHT, Joseph
Indian Widow, 1785
Derby Museum and Art Gallery

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star,
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh why can't I ?

NE: Este domingo, falei com um anjo, ferido de dor, mas que, mesmo assim, conseguiu trazer a alegria que me estava a faltar na última semana.
OBRIGADO PELOS DOIS !!!!