Oh, ooh, had I a golden thread And a needle so fine I, I would weave a magic spell Of the rainbow design Of rainbow design
In it, I would weave the courage Of women giving birth And in it I would weave the innocence Of the children of all the earth Children of all the earth
Wont you show my My brothers and sisters My rainbow design?
'Cause I, I would bind up the sorrowful With hand and heart, and mine Oh, hand and heart, and mine
Oh, ooh, had I a golden thread And a needle so fine I, I would weave a magic spell Of a rainbow design Of rainbow design.