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Outside the Nashville city limits  a friend and I did drive,  on a day in early winter  I was glad to be alive.  We went to see some friends of his  who lived upon a farm.  Strange and gentle country folk  who would wish nobody harm.  Fresh-cut sixty acres,  eight cows in the barn.  But the thing that I remember  on that cold day in December  was that my eyes they did brim over  as we talked.  In the slowest drawl I had ever heard  the man said "Come with me  if y'all wanna see the prettiest place  in all of Tennessee."  He poured us each a glass of wine  and a-walking we did go,  along fallen leaves and crackling ice  where a tiny brook did flow.  He knew every inch of the land  and Lord he loved it so.  But the thing that I remember  on that cold day in December  was that my eyes were brimming over...

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 oh why can't I?