IL mago di OZ

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high,
there’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue,
and the dreams that you dare to dream
really do come true.
Some day I’ll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away, above the chimney tops,
that’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly,
birds fly over the rainbow,
why then, oh why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow,
why, oh, why can’t I?
why, oh, why can’t I?