The End of the Rainbow

W
hen I was a little girl
My Daddy told me
If I would go to the end of the rainbow
I would find a pot of gold.

So I traveled, and I traveled,
Most a mile I know,
But I didn't find the end of the rainbow
Or the pot of gold.

And I couldn't find my way back again,
So I've been told.
So when you hear the little stories
That people have so often told,
Don't go looking for the end of the rainbow
Or for the pot of gold.