Oh, had I a golden thread
And a needle so fine
I would weave a magic spell
Of a rainbow design, mm
Of a rainbow design

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The Land of Bright Gold, by John Thompson, verse two:

I will enter the palace of dreams
A place of peace and plenty
Where magic is just as it seems
And grief and sorrow can't find me

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The Roar of the Crowd, by Denis Kevans, 3rd stanza:

I heard the roar at a football match, as it rose in the crowded stands,
When a winger leaped and took a pass, with magic, outstretched hands,
And the double roar, as he came inside, and flashed across the line,
Ah, that was a roar that stirred my soul, a roar that was a sign.