Oh, Had I a Golden Thread Nana Mouskouri

Oh, had I a golden thread
And needle so fine
I' d weave a magic strand
Of rainbow design
Of rainbow design

In it I' d weave the bravery
Of the woman giving birth
In it I w'ld weave the innocence
Of children over all the earth
Of the children of our earth

In it I w'ld weave the restlessness
Of man going ever forth
Trough heat of blistering desert sands
Through blizzards of the North
Through our frozen hearts

Far over the waters
I w'ld reach my magic wand
Through foreign cities
To every single land
To every single land

Show my brothers, my sisters
My rainbow design
Wind up the sorry world
With hand and heart and mind
Hand and heart and mind