Spotted this one a little North-West of Miranda-Do-Corvo, Central Portugal.
Always a great joy to behold, and a reminder of all the somewhat silly, but enchanting tales we both heard and read as children.
It is doubtful whether anyone ever found a ‘pot of gold’, or anything else after attempting to follow the ‘myths’, but that really doesn’t matter here, just the sheer majestic composition of white light being fully displayed.
Latterly the phrase ‘chasing a rainbow’ was exemplified in Chris Rea’s “Looking For A Rainbow’, a somewhat stark critique of the ‘Thatcher’ period of government in the UK. In my personal view, one that was absolutely apposite.
Well we come down to the valley.
Yea we’re looking for the honey.
I see a rainbow.
I say that’s the land of milk and honey.
Me and my cousin.
Me and my brother,
My little sister too.
Come looking for a rainbow.
Yea we’re looking for a rainbow.
Well we come down to the valley.
Got our babies in our arms.
Yea we’re Maggie’s little children,
And we’re looking for Maggie’s farm.
Me and my cousin.
Me and my brother.
My little sister too.
Come looking for a rainbow.
Yea we’re looking for a rainbow.
Well we come down to the valley.
We ain’t far away no more.
You can’t leave us dying this time,
’cause we’re all around your door.
Me and my cousin.
Me and my brother.
My little sister too,
Come looking for a rainbow.
Yea we’re looking for a rainbow.
(C) Christopher Anton Rea, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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