Every rainbow has a bluejay Perched atop a pot of gold In the cloudburst is a birdcage But a song it cannot hold There's a scallop in the coinpurse Nickels notched into the shell Every fountain has a penny At the bottom of a well Every shovel can move mountains For the diamonds that remain Every splinter needs a finger Every ring can be a link within the chain Every voice has a message Every meaning traveled far Every orchard sowing sunlight Every tree contains a star Now the sun is passing over Marked in shadow for a spell Reveals a stairway of stonework And the sounds are flowing upwards From the bottom of the well From the bottom of the well You hear them flowing upwards From the bottom of the well