rainbow

good morning christopher
we're outrunning yer photographers
and takin artistic Polaroids
i was makin with a magazine
you told me all about yer dream
you said christopher had been here before
i said christopher you've been here before

Christopher laughed and got on his horse
pulled out a blankett and threw it over us
we heard him sing to himself as he rode away
"christopher it is harvest(ing) day"

Christopher blew his smoke all over them
he said, here i am, i discovered you again
we said, good god, christopher!
keep your fever-blankets get out of here
we don't wanna be discovered anymore

we called out to our friends over the hills
look out christopher is harvesting again
drop those flags, you gotta get on the train

so we all payed 22 americans to a drop-eyed thief
the train conductor blew his smoke to me
he said this boy don't need a shrink, he needs a priest
so i lit a match and burnt the rest of my cash in my hat
an' looked out the window of the train
an' Christopher's soldiers were a' comin fast
we had to get of this train--

jumped out the window into poppy fields
picked some petals that looked the way we feel
chewed up the leaves and spit em into the cup
the leaves swirled around and looked back up at us
so we ate up all our fortunes to try turning them into luck

goodbye Christopher
go back to yer crown and you tell her
we dont want our photographs taken anymore
and please leave those Polaroids
in case you decide to discover us more
we'll remind you, you've been here before