The Bow I

Here it comes upon the surface of the clouds
O! the bow
His vow
My pride which calls to boast of my Lord

It comes again
O! the colours of the bow
My joy
Calls for feast and celebrations

I dance swift swaft
As the hue makes the sweetest song
Singing loud the faithfulness of the Lord

The earth will be destroyed no more and
My strength is made complete
My love is assured
In the bow
The bow!
The sign of the covenant of a good victory
Hear it comes O hear it comes
Join me celebrate
for my Lord is faithful indeed
The bow, our covenant