I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it
Ding, dong!
The Witch is dead.
Which old Witch?
The Wicked Witch!
Ding,
I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin'
I never feel a thing is real
When I'm away from
Somewhere over the rainbow,
Way up high
There's a land that I
(Follow the Yellow Brick Road)
Follow the Yellow Brick Road, follow
» More on E.y Harburg