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