Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
In a place high above and beyond our immediate surroundings,

There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby.
There’s a place that someone once spoke of in a sweet, gentle song.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
In this elusive place, the skies are always clear and blue.

And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Any aspirations or imaginings that you’re bold enough to envision.

Really do come true.
Are possible to realize and achieve.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
In the near future, I’ll make a hopeful request dreaming of...

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
I'll awake in a place where my troubles have dissipated.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
In this place, anxieties evaporate like candy sweets.

High above the chimney tops,
Located in a high place, above buildings and houses.

That's where you'll find me.
This is where I'll be residing.

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
In this enchanting place, birds soar high above.

Birds fly over the rainbow
And they can be seen traversing this magical vision.

Why then, oh why can't I?
If birds can experience this wonderland, why not me?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
If currently blissful birds can fly above the limited and predictable present…

Why, oh why can't I?
... then I also desire to take flight and experience this utopia.