What are all these colors there flickering
On the majestic sky?
What are all the ringlets winking?
What is all the jewel-like twinkling?
Tales have always told they're soles
Gone to by and bye.
Up there with our hopes they're linking,
Looking down upon us blinking,
Helping out the best of us
As we try and try—
Lifting us when hopes are sinking
Towards a sky with circles wrinkling.
When I see these colors flicker there
I lie still and wonder why
Floating in this air we're drinking
If I should trust my small fry thinking.
Something's up above's my inkling
Tinkling on the sky.
