And in the morning rose seven angels from the dark Pacific that was their bath
They were seeking the rainbow's end and what four-leaf clovers lay in their path
And on the shore they found Rebecca, she was singing, they could hear her
She was searching for the same things, so, for a time, they traveled near her
Poor Rebecca, over and over, so unlucky was each birthday
Not a single four-leaf clover, but she could hear them singing far away
Simultaneously we are at this event
Simultaneously in the circus rings
We all laugh and sigh mile-high mountains while you sleep
Swimming creatures in the deep
At one time but many places the rings are at our feet
And at the end of Rebecca's rainbow there was no gold to be found
But just the start of another rainbow, seven colors touched the ground
And at the end of the second rainbow grew a clover with three leaves on its stem
And the love that they had left her, and so this time she sang to them
Simultaneously we are at this event
Simultaneously in the circus rings
We all laugh and sigh mile-high mountains while you sleep
Swimming creatures in the deep
At one time but many places the rings are at our feet
At one time but many places the rings are at our feet
And the angels found at the end of their rainbow that was
Colored platinum and pink and pale yellow
Old Rebecca on her last birthday
Lying quietly with a soft green bouquet of
Ninety-seven ten-leaf clovers
Held so gently in her hands
Simultaneously we were at this event
Simultaneously in the circus rings
We all laugh and sigh mile-high mountains while you sleep
Swimming creatures in the deep
At one time but many places the rings are at our feet
At one time but many places the rings are at our feet