| Song | Rainbow |
| Artist | Josh Garrels |
| Album | Lost Animals |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Somewhere over the rainbow | |
| In a world without end | |
| The old river flows down streets of gold | |
| It’s the light of men | |
| Come all you weary travelers and | |
| Rest your bones | |
| No trouble will beset my son | |
| Who comes back home | |
| Red was the blood that fell to the earth | |
| The orange flames gonna burn all the dross and the shame | |
| Of my selfish works | |
| Yellow harvest gathered in the sun | |
| The white winter will give way to the green growth of our love | |
| Flood waters rise swiftly, deep and blue | |
| O great wing of indigo healing gonna shelter you | |
| *Black sky when the promised one died | |
| Rejected and alone | |
| Now rise to the Lord of the skies | |
| Where he sits on the clouds enthroned | |
| Somwhere over the rainbow | |
| In a world without end | |
| The old river flows down streets of gold | |
| It’s the light of men | |
| Come all you weary travelers and | |
| Rest your bones | |
| No trouble will beset my son | |
| Who comes back home |
| Somewhere over the rainbow | |
| In a world without end | |
| The old river flows down streets of gold | |
| It' s the light of men | |
| Come all you weary travelers and | |
| Rest your bones | |
| No trouble will beset my son | |
| Who comes back home | |
| Red was the blood that fell to the earth | |
| The orange flames gonna burn all the dross and the shame | |
| Of my selfish works | |
| Yellow harvest gathered in the sun | |
| The white winter will give way to the green growth of our love | |
| Flood waters rise swiftly, deep and blue | |
| O great wing of indigo healing gonna shelter you | |
| Black sky when the promised one died | |
| Rejected and alone | |
| Now rise to the Lord of the skies | |
| Where he sits on the clouds enthroned | |
| Somwhere over the rainbow | |
| In a world without end | |
| The old river flows down streets of gold | |
| It' s the light of men | |
| Come all you weary travelers and | |
| Rest your bones | |
| No trouble will beset my son | |
| Who comes back home |
| Somewhere over the rainbow | |
| In a world without end | |
| The old river flows down streets of gold | |
| It' s the light of men | |
| Come all you weary travelers and | |
| Rest your bones | |
| No trouble will beset my son | |
| Who comes back home | |
| Red was the blood that fell to the earth | |
| The orange flames gonna burn all the dross and the shame | |
| Of my selfish works | |
| Yellow harvest gathered in the sun | |
| The white winter will give way to the green growth of our love | |
| Flood waters rise swiftly, deep and blue | |
| O great wing of indigo healing gonna shelter you | |
| Black sky when the promised one died | |
| Rejected and alone | |
| Now rise to the Lord of the skies | |
| Where he sits on the clouds enthroned | |
| Somwhere over the rainbow | |
| In a world without end | |
| The old river flows down streets of gold | |
| It' s the light of men | |
| Come all you weary travelers and | |
| Rest your bones | |
| No trouble will beset my son | |
| Who comes back home |