In my little garden ,a guitar and a bottle of wine

I am sharing the day with the birds and the bees

We’re all singing to while away time

I can’t help but notice the grass looks so green

And the sky is so perfectly blue

But I feel sad and lonely ‘cos I can’t share it with you

So I’m painting rainbows , here on my own

Growing so weary of being alone

I’m painting rainbows, until we are free

To all be together, again in sweet harmony

I am missing old friends, I haven’t seen for a while

We have run out of news ,it’s so hard to find reasons to smile

Our leaders prepare their excuses unsure what to do

And seldom before have so many

Owed so much to the care of the few

So I’m painting rainbows , here on my own

Growing so weary of being alone

I’m painting rainbows, for those who stood tall

Like guardian angels to care for us all

I am watching the news and praying that this will soon end

Each Thursday evening I go out and clap

And bang pans with my neighbours and friends

Counting the hours and days lost in a song

Wondering why nature is looking so right

While everything’s feeling so wrong

So I’m painting rainbows , here on my own

Growing so weary of being alone

I’m painting rainbows, and when we are free

I shall look for the end of the rainbow

And find you waiting for me

Written in the garden during ‘lockdown’ when we were told to stay at home and not allowed to see each other. Less (no)  cars, planes and trucks made lifenoticeably quieter and the air did seem to me to be much cleaner. My heart went out to those people who didn’t have a garden,,, and of course to those “angels” who stood tall , faced their fears and carried on caring on the front line.

I like to dream that one day we might all meet again ‘at the end of the rainbow’.