RAINBOW’S END WILL STAY OUR SECRET

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Is this the rainbow’s end?

It was – no names – recently suggested to me to play my ‘Rainbow’s End’ song on the blog. I take that as a request – I like requests. So here it is. Lyric first, song follows. I hope you enjoy;

On the day the ice caps melted
The sun swallowed up the sea
No rain from Africa to Eurasia
No spring time blossom on the trees


Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day
Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day


This song is not a blatant warning
I believe its far to late
Mankind’s ways of greed and war
Has defined this death wish fate


Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day
Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day


Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day



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Nearly at the top of the Pyrenees


On the way up


Halfway up


Going up, the dog has a long way to go!


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23 comments on “RAINBOW’S END WILL STAY OUR SECRET”

    1. Will do. I’ve been trying to get outside to take a few pics for days. So far 4 days in a row of pouring rain 24/7. I shall somehow get there though. Thanks ~ George

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    1. Thanks, Mia. These shots are about 7/8 years old. It was a family event going down to South West France staying with the bloke who recently came to England giving me his ancient, rare Burns guitar. The dog wasn’t ours. The village we drove through where the dog – I guess – lived was famous for its historic, massive population of black cats that made sure the farmers didn’t have to deal with a plague of rats. There were tons of statues in praise of cats – more statues than there was houses. A weird and wonderful place, but I can’t find the snaps we took at the time. Enjoy the day ~ George

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